stille

portaits

2009-10-31T12:06:00.001-04:00

receivers

2009-09-02T21:29:00.001-04:00

guitar player

2009-08-09T00:30:00.003-04:00

2009-07-26T14:23:00.001-04:00

2009-07-06T00:09:00.001-04:00

ToRn CuRtaiN

2009-06-30T19:22:00.002-04:00

2009-05-19T15:07:00.000-04:00

mirrors

2009-05-14T14:52:00.001-04:00

blue dress

2009-04-28T17:44:00.001-04:00

Harp

2009-03-26T15:26:00.002-04:00

iforgetthetrees

2009-03-21T15:09:00.003-04:00

Ballroom

2009-03-20T16:36:00.002-04:00

tribute

2009-03-06T14:15:00.004-05:00

Caroline

2009-02-27T13:03:00.002-05:00

Miss Rawa's Chop Shop Shot

2009-02-01T11:48:00.001-05:00

2009-01-28T11:42:00.002-05:00

2009-01-22T13:20:00.004-05:00

Air Lisa

2008-12-21T16:16:00.005-05:00

2008-12-09T18:19:00.001-05:00

2008-11-25T19:34:00.001-05:00

rodolfo

2008-11-11T13:28:00.007-05:00

folk

2008-11-09T13:58:00.003-05:00

2008-10-30T13:39:00.001-04:00

2008-10-13T13:30:00.003-04:00

pont jacques cartier

2008-10-13T13:28:00.000-04:00

CITYSCAPES

2008-10-01T16:42:00.003-04:00

Lecture on Pinhole Photography pt. 1

2008-09-06T15:44:00.000-04:00

Lecture on Pinhole Photography pt. 2

2008-09-06T15:39:00.000-04:00

centre sud

2008-07-13T14:29:00.003-04:00

With Lisa Small

nichole

2008-07-03T13:42:00.004-04:00

ghosts

2008-06-13T20:38:00.004-04:00

Taken with Chelsea Gray- www.chelseagray.com

camille mont royal

2008-06-12T22:38:00.000-04:00

pinhole

2008-06-10T13:30:00.006-04:00

umbrellashots2

2008-06-09T14:41:00.002-04:00

umbrellashots1

2008-06-09T14:38:00.003-04:00

in suits

2008-06-06T15:59:00.002-04:00

Percy Farm Recording Session, Nov '07

2008-05-24T12:27:00.003-04:00

more factories

2008-05-10T04:07:00.000-04:00

gloomy

2008-05-05T13:13:00.001-04:00

factory

2008-04-30T13:57:00.000-04:00

train wreck

2008-04-28T17:15:00.003-04:00

broken glass

2008-04-17T21:59:00.002-04:00

late sunday afternoon

2008-03-31T15:56:00.008-04:00

sunday afternoon

2008-03-31T11:33:00.005-04:00

untitled

2008-03-03T20:09:00.000-05:00

isabelles

2008-03-02T12:52:00.003-05:00

kids

2008-02-28T16:41:00.005-05:00

mont royal

2008-02-28T12:45:00.002-05:00

snow

2008-02-27T16:28:00.006-05:00

winter doesn't seem to end in this icy city. rain, snow, sleet, hail, ice. this isn't even winter, its hell. there is a violent wind at my window that makes the great outdoors sound like a racetrack. its been snowing for days now and yet another arctic wind is set to come sweeping through our sleepy town and freeze everything in its godless path. ugh. the hairs that vacate my nostrils do not stand a chance, my long underwear are long for the sewing machine, and my winter jacket is in dire need of help. ugh.

portraits

2008-02-22T12:02:00.004-05:00

deserts

2008-02-19T18:38:00.009-05:00

The silence of Death Valley is surreal. Our voices travelled the lengths of our noses and were thus stifled by the vast open surrounding us. We howled at the sun drenched sky, kicked desert rocks and clapped our dusty hands together. we shattered clumps of hardened clay and dirt with our bare feet. Still nothing. No sound carried with it an echo or resonance. they bounced back at us and were broke.

folks

2008-02-17T18:01:00.005-05:00

Cinque Terre, Italy 1999

prague- summer of 1999

Girl in the Hay

2008-02-17T17:23:00.003-05:00

a more charming side of Tijuana

2008-02-17T13:48:00.004-05:00

Marketplace in Tijuana, Mexico. January 2008.

Amidst the hazy smog and heavy pollution of one of the most notorious border towns in North America, I had to wander far and wide in search of something interesting in Tijuana, Mexico. Past the sultry steps and over the bridge connecting it to the U.S, we jumped into the melting pot of over the counter/under the table/shoved down your throat prescription drugs, leather bound whips, drunken american frat boys, and donkey slavery. It was necessary to pass through this madness in order to find the actual city that lives and dies there. And so my friends and i ran the gaunlet of merchants, beggars, and the mysterious tequila man who dowses you in his own special brand, then rattles your head while screaming. all for one dollar i tell you. It took us roughly an hour to get through and quickly realized that Tijuana is a town bustling with life and precarious tranquility that seems to perpetually be on the cusp of combustion. For every stolen car, there is a mechanic's garage, for every pick up truck there are 4 policemen perched atop the back. This was the city no one wanted to live in but were all curious about passing through.

We got lost and in search of food, found a charming little family owned restaurant where we were treated graciously by our hosts, our bellies made full by their delicious homemade recipes. I was sure they were making fun of us in Spanish, wondering why we had strayed so far from all that terrible action on the TJ strip. Feeling slightly tired and unsure of what to do or where to go next, we walked further into the city and eventually found a suitable place to take some pictures. While they don't really depict Tijuana's chaos and absurdity, they show another more peaceful side of it. This market was perhaps the most quiet and tranquil one i have ever been to. Its eerie little shops lay vacant with only the light of the midday sun carving through its rooftops and scuttling across its floor. I found it amazing that such a place existed in what was in my mind the most despondent and ineloquent city i have ever been to.