I have a lot of resolutions from year’s past. Most of which I conveniently forget about. Last year I made a few resolutions. One was. To become a better photographer. I’m not sure how much progress I made. But in the process. I sure learned a lot. In no particular order. Here are my favorite photographs from 2011. ———– My day begins in color. But I’ve realized that my best…
Absence has found its place. Firmly rooted in my life. I’ve been so absent. Lately. Funny how that happens. (Especially) When. I stand very still. Time and again. Its those. (very) Small things. That remind me. How absent I am. And then. Like some picked plant. I enter life. ———– Kill the weekend all of you. My friends. G
Things have been really really really insane over here. New house. Studio build out. Shoots. But I’ll be back soon. With photos.
I wonder if people notice me. When I notice them. Do they see the same things about themselves. That I see. ————– My camera demands. That I take notice of a whole lot more. And I guess. Time will tell. If all these photographs. Have taught me to notice beauty. Rather than dwell. On the ugly. —————– This is an increasingly difficult task. Finding. Beauty. Regardless. My consolation. Is stumbling…
http://blisssmag.com/july11.html
http://volcomunity.com/2011/06/behind-the-lens-gary-copeland-i-like-people-with-something-to-say/
Between. Where I come from. And. Where I’m going. My place. Lies somewhere in between. ———– I’ve finally realized. That my heaviest anchor. Is my inability to answer. ‘Which is more important?’ ———– My past always felt so cold. And my future. I guess time will always tell. ———- Today. In as long as I can remember. Summer has finally arrived. Right where I am. And I am thankful. ————…
My work with Volcom won in the Advertising category of the PDN Photo Annual 2011.
And again. I’m constantly reminded. How the smallest of things. Can feel so damn. Big. And how those things closest to home. Overwhelming in their familiarity. Mostly just feel. Alien. —————- My desire for simplicity. Only seems to grow with the years. I wish I could just assign myself some word. A label maybe. And get on with it. Misanthrope. (nice and simple) Today. That feels right. Just about perfect….