Ants Like Rain, Fucko!

Ants Like Rain, Fucko!

October 13, 2018

This is prob­a­bly the only piece of music that was actu­al­ly inspired by ants. Actu­al­ly, that’s prob­a­bly not true, but I’m sure they are prob­a­bly pret­ty few and far between. Could be fun to reopen this one and actu­al­ly do some­thing with it.

So Much for the Shack

So Much for the Shack

October 6, 2018

Small, green, hot, stuffy, dusty, prim­i­tive, gross. For eleven years this lit­tle seem­ing­ly ancient shack, appar­ent­ly a beach house, had been our home away from home when we went to Bethany Beach every sum­mer. This hut did not have air con­di­tion­ing, elec­tric­i­ty or indoor show­ers. My moth­er and I hat­ed it…

For You

For You

September 16, 2018

Night’s shad­ows prowl about
Your pres­ence keeps me unphased by the dark­ness. Not fear­ing
Not hear­ing the hor­rors of the world that sur­round
Fixed in one warm posi­tion
Long­ing that the night would nev­er end

My Place

My Place

September 16, 2018

From far across the great divide
I see what it might turn out to be
Once I fall into the chasm
Once I final­ly find my place
Sure enough, the coast is clear but
I can­not take a sin­gle step
Stran­gled by a lin­ger­ing stig­ma

Requiem for Yesterday

Requiem for Yesterday

September 16, 2018

Stop­light waltz and the way you said things…
Words danced grace­ful­ly off the tip of your tongue
Charis­ma, baby, you’ve got it
And your eyes are drown­ing in it…

Anna Swihart

Anna Swihart

March 6, 2018

Oné of the aspects of being a pho­tog­ra­ph­er that has been, frankly, a dou­ble-edged sword has been the sheer vol­ume of peo­ple that I have encoun­tered and worked with over the years. Just like any oth­er indus­try, you have amaz­ing peo­ple and peo­ple who prob­a­bly shouldn’t be with­out con­stant psy­cho­log­i­cal mon­i­tor­ing. I have made some fan­tas­tic friends and some very twist­ed ene­mies…

Initial Nuances

Initial Nuances

March 4, 2018

As awe­some as pho­tog­ra­phy is, and as allur­ing as a job title like “pho­tog­ra­ph­er” sounds, there’s a major caveat that comes with the job: you kind of have to spend a few years just suck­ing real­ly hard before any­one is will­ing to pre­tend to take you seri­ous­ly (it’s a snooty pro­fes­sion, folks) and before you actu­al­ly start tak­ing decent images on a con­sis­tent basis…