One More Dark Night

One more time into the night. One more slouchy and reclusive evening with the desk lamp. One more tired and dry-skinned foray into early morning light. A couple of sojourns to my coffee pot and 3 more exams. I can smell summer out my window... it's fraught with distraction.
...focus.

Caffeine Dreams

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Brittle, tired, wired. Over-caffeinated.

I think my brain is on fire. Or just my eyes.

Retaining nothing.

Kick-ass was phenomenal. Fuck Roger Ebert.
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I Need a Subject

One down, three to go.

What's this photo saying? Not much. I mean, I like it. It's interesting... low-rent apartment detritus. It's not saying anything though. It's an empty chair so it's obviously begging for a model, but I'm using this photo more as a metaphor for my photography in general.

What I really need is a subject. Something to focus my photography on in an overarching way like for a photodoc but also for my everyday photography. I have many pictures of good looking scenes, well composed shots that hold a viewers interest for a second glance... but if I want to start producing something above par I need to be shooting with a subject in mind.

Studying continues.

Good To Be Home

Back in TO! New apartment and a new school year. I expect lots of updates and lots of fun to be had. Good times all around.

Cheers!

4AM False Alarm

You know what is wonderful? 4AM fire alarms in your apartment. There is nothing that makes me happier then trying to sleep for a 6AM flight and getting woken up by a piercing klaxon that causes your cat to launch itself talon-first off your chest.

Seriously, if you can think of something more joyous then going from a happily deep sleep to an ICBM launch siren in your face I would like to hear it. Getting ravaged by your house pet is just a bonus at that point really.

At least I got some good commiseration time in with the rest of the building tenants. Nothing brings people closer together then waiting outside to find out what douche bag burned their toast.

4th time this year. Wonderful.

It's all good :)

Quiet Moments in Urban Life

I like to pay respect to the background noise at times. The moments we have trained ourselves to tune out sometimes end up being worth engaging.

Crossing an intersection on Bloor I struggled to hear my friend speak. With casual irritation I glanced over at this scene. What struck me at the time was how this guys life IS that background noise. Taking a moment to appreciate his respective little bubble ended up being worth my time.

Cheers guy.