Love Hangs Down

Someone made two hearts on a string and threw it over telephone wires.

Remembering... Waiting...

This is an installation sculpture in rememberance of the Holocaust by George Segal in front of The Legion of Honor in San Francisco.

When I first developed this roll and saw this picture I wasn't quite sure why I took it. I even took a group of them and put it in my pile of trash pictures that absolutely didn't turn out (but I never actually throw away).

But as I was looking through my pictures again for this blog I gave this one a second look.

It's definitely a different feel. It's undeniably creepy.

But there's something about it that, I feel (if I'm gonna toot my own horn), that captures the feelings of the art itself. Something silent, expectant, broken, yet somehow still waiting.

Dog Stalking

I'm interesting in beginning a series of dogs and their owners. I know it's not very original, creative, or even super awesome but I can't think of something I'd love more than dog pictures!

Metro

I find the Metro both ridiculously convenient, kind of awesome, and somehow romantic. Maybe it's because I'm american.

One day I'll have a more extensive series of old men.

There's just something endearing about finding what fits our definitions of the quintessential Old Man.

I've never really known many. Or encountered many. So to me, they're somewhat... intriguing.

Just look at it. How could the Metro not be romantic?