I don’t engage with photography as regularly as I’d like. Hell, I’ll go months at a time without even picking up a camera. When I remember I have a camera (lets be honest, I have more than a camera) and I have the motivation to pick it up, I dont gravitate towards my big beefy full frame with a long lens. I dont take my whole kit into the woods and set up tripods and try to get the perfect sunlight and exposure. I’m not walking about the streets of NYC shoving it in unsuspecting strangers faces to get an “image of life itself”. Its not that I havent done these things, but I dont find much joy in them and I certainly am not motivated by them or their result. Instead, I pick up whatever camera is nearest to me (that isnt my phone - on principal) and I take pictures of my life. I take pictures of my loved ones and the trips we go on. I take pictures of my walks and of things I see while sitting in traffic. And look, I want to produce art and I want to make images that have impact and are full of intention but that takes up such a small fraction of my interaction with photography that I figured I needed a place to display the 99%. So, here we are; I intend to post some of these images in a more free-form style. Some of them are good, but none of them are the type of good I deem worthy of the front page. Lets not read into it, my psychology is part of the reason we’re here.

Anyway, Here’s Wonderwall.