fizzing like a pixie, take 2

i love photographs.

i just got back a roll of film that i've been working on since...oh...october. it's been very exciting. a tangible pile of my life in my hands.

it encompasses: office christmas party, kimmy's going away party, christmas in cali, biscuit's office christmas party, my birthday and raski's going-away party.

i guess i record only use images to record those moments i'm happy.

i use words and music to deal with everything else.

i'm really quite pleased about these photos. i like having evidence that, all evidence to the contrary, i have a life.

maybe i'll post some, if y'all are good little monkeys.

photographs fall firmly into that category of things that will make my brain implode if i stop to think about them too much. it's not so much that they, as many cultures believe, steal your soul. personally, i think of it less as stealing than crystallizing. like a bug stuck in amber. no, it's just that when you get right down to it, when you look at a photograph, you're looking at something that is, essentially, a sliced up piece of trapped light. because the way we see, we're never actually looking at something. we're looking at the light that reflects off of it. so, when you hold a picture in your hands, you're looking at the sunbeam (or flashbeam or lampshine) that never got away. and never will.

does that bake anyone's noodle the way it does mine?

crystallized light, people!

crystallized light!