I'm an uncle!

My brother. My hero, just had a little boy. And I think his name is Oliver Frances Renaud. Amazing! 

Pretty crazy event just happened.

I wake up this morning and can't open my right eye. "What the hell" (Statement, not question). I rub my eye with my palm in a twisting fashion while making my way to the bathroom. 

"Wow, that is shocking." I think to my self. 

My eye is swollen and is covered in a yellow goo. Thinking straight at this moment I grab a nice white towel. Well, it's not a nice white towel any longer. I start inspecting at a comically close distance from the mirror. Blood shot and irritated, my seeing mechanism is presumably stressed out. 

"Crap dude." I say that out loud in a slightly whining voice, elongating the pronunciation of "dude." I start running my finger over the surface of my eye ball which doesn't really bother me since I wear contacts occasionally. My eyes are used to being handled. "Ah." I wore contacts last night. But I knew I had taken them out. 

"Ah, nice." Shaking my head as in agreement. I didn't actually see the one from my right eye pop out but only figured I had dropped it. It was midnight at the time and I held my hand up covering my left eye then switching to my right eye and everything was definitely blurry. "Boom. No contacts in my eyes. Lets go to bed." Thats what I say every time I take out my contacts. "Boom." Followed by "No contacts in my eyes. Lets go to bed."

Anyways, I start pulling my eyelids out and blink. I felt something. There is something there but I can't see it. I actually, no joke, jam my index finger underneath my eye. It's surprising how far you can go with this. 

"Freakin sick." Emerging was a folded contact (I wear soft dailies). A folded piece of rubber/plastic emerging like a worm from underneath my eye. I didn't think it was possible for this to happen. I've always been afraid of my contact working its way behind my eye and causing some massive brain infection. 

Life is short. It could be shorter because of soft dailies. 

(After doing a bit of internet research I pulled this quote from a optometrists website. "If you think you have a contact lens someplace in your eye, and you can't find it, call your eyecare practitioner." — Dr. Dubow

One thing I am so sick of.

Everybody needs to be right. The majority of the time, people don't listen, they just wait until they can say what they think will impress other people. They want to tell their story, they want to relate themselves to whatever is being said. Quite frankly I don't care.  

Just frustrated because I don't think I have been a part of a meaningful conversation in a long time. 

My polaroid automatic 100 !!

So, I picked this up a couple years ago at a thrift store because it looked cool. I decided to buy some old film on Ebay and try the thing out. It freakin works!! I love the thing. Here's a couple photos I have taken with it. I'm still learning how to use it.  

You can check out the rest of them on my FLICKR PAGE.

A day at Water World.

Click on the photo to see it up close. It's got awesome texture. 

Yeah. Maine.

I'd love to spend a summer in Maine. I could become a lobsterman for three months of the year. Waking up before dawn, fry some eggs, grab my cup of coffee, leave a note for the family and head for the docks. I would love that. Board a creaky wooden boat, catch my bearded reflection in the water below and breathe in the salted air. That would be wonderful. Drop traps for the first part of the day and pull traps the rest. Dock the boat just before evening and peel off my waterproof overalls. Yellow waterproof overalls. I'd look down the wooden walkway and see the smile on my wifes face as I  bend down to hug my daughter. I'd take them to the pier for dinner and some salt water taffy. On the weekends we could search the beaches for driftwood and starfish. We could spend afternoons sitting beside famous lighthouses. We could have picnics and eat ice cream on a cone. With sprinkles, chocolate sprinkles. Thats what I would do if I could spend a summer in Maine. 

First 120 Development.

So, I got four rolls back. There are some good pics among the 48. 

I learned some stuff. 

These don't have the over saturated color I was looking for since I realized that I need to shoot on Slide film and get it cross processed. Also, I need the lab to scan the negatives to disc for me so I don't have to scan my printed photos on my crappy scanner at work. Oh...and the lab crops wierd. 

I've got some color and some black and white. I posted all of them on my flickr page. Check em out and comment on what you like or don't like. 

click here>> MY LOMOGRAPHY

Photography

I'm all of a sudden really into photography, and even more so lomography. I picked up an old Diana+ a couple weeks ago and today I get to pick up a handful of rolls I just got developed. I can't wait. I think I might leave work early. I'll post'em all good or bad on my flickr page.

Diana+ snippet from wiki "The Diana camera is a simple, low-quality plastic-bodied box camera. The Diana takes sixteen 4 × 4 cm pictures on 120 film, leaving a large part of the film surface unused. Though often referred to as a toy camera, the term is somewhat misleading, as the Diana is fully capable of taking actual photographs. The term "toy camera" is often used to denote a very simple camera, and includes various basic vintage cameras as well. It is widely considered as an ideological predecessor of the 1980s Holga. Diana's are said to have a 50 % chance of light leaks & other photographic "problems," which give such "flawed" photos made by the camera an individualistic character."

So beautiful

FaceBook

I'm on facebook now. 

My FLICKR page.

Just a heads up. I posted a link on the right side of the page that will bring you to a bunch of cool stuff that I do in my spare time. Some family photos, some graphic design work, there'll be some pics of paintings posted soon. 

Check it out! >>>

Encounter August 3rd

The third installment of Encounter at Summit Church in Longmont. Frequency. Learning to hear Gods voice. It's there. 

Peaceful

sway in the breeze from Ben Millett on Vimeo.

First 20 minutes of my workday. 7/01/08

nothing special, really random