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Let me first start by saying holy fucking shit. I can’t remember crying so much watching a movie. I look like I just squirted habanero juice in my eyes and did a bong hit of tear gas. There was snot and blubbering and everything. Let me also say that I really don’t care for Kevin Costner or just about anything he’s ever done, but Message in a Bottle just kicked me square in the nuts. Now that I got that out of the way, here is a bunch of randomness. A baby squirrel missed a limb on a long jump about 40 feet up yesterday morning and fell to it’s cute death in my backyard. I had to gather its still warm, limp, adorable body and dispose of it before the dogs got over being freaked out by a dead squirrel. “Hey, aren’t these things supposed to haul ass when we seee them?” /boggle. I knew something was up because Henry was tip toeing around the yard like he was up to no good… or was scared… so I went out and looked around. Poor baby. I received some *cough* news *cough* of my sister this weekend that sorta has me off kilter. It was tax free weekend for clothing, but I couldn’t stand the thought of braving the crowds to take advantage of the savings. I bought Henry a hoodie for this winter and a new bed since he left his at grandma’s last visit. Maybe she will remember to bring it home to him when she comes up this weekend.... mmmmmmkay? I actually shot 5 subjects this weekend over the course of 2 days. Out of curiosity, I made a few frames of a local model in infrared. IR light is reflected differently than visible light and when you capture it in a photo we can see, things look… well, different. I thought that if green grass and leafy trees can look all white and candy coated… and light blue skies on a sunshiny day can look dark and ominous… then IR hair and skin should look Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory as well. What I didn’t expect and soon found out was that IR photos of fair skin in the right light often reveal the veins below the skin all zombie-fied. Creepy shit. Not all of them are like that, hence the “certain light” assumption, but I need to experiment more to be sure. Anyhoo, here is infrared Jeny (NSFW) and muted toned Devon (NSFW). I shot another model I worked with a few years ago, but haven’t even looked at half the frames. I start, but then just stop. I am frustrated at my photography not being where it should be. I did a portrait session that I need to get to the lab, but haven’t developed but one RAW from that whole set and I know the couple is waiting on me. Ed called yesterday wanting me to accompany him to Chrome for creative input on set building, textures, furniture, outfits, etc. We were to meet two models down there to go over future shoot plans (his, not mine) and he just wanted my two cents. The place cracked me up. I’d never been before, but when we arrived the doormen working “the rope” and the bouncers wouldn’t let any “single” men in the club. You had to be accompanied by one or more women to gain access. Studio 54 ala H-Town except for the fact that it looked as ghetto as Sam’s Boat and it’s on South Shephard. I was chuckling through my mild irritation. However, the models arrived shortly and the tune changed. Suddenly there were all these signals flying between the security guys to indicate we were ok to get in… you know, like “in the know”. Whatever. Laughable. We stayed for a couple of drinks as we scouted out different angles and vignettes amongst the boom-chicka Roxbury Bros crowd. Today was pretty mild work-wise. I had a meeting this morning that didn’t go so great, but was working on another account all afternoon that seems to be on the up and up. I think I’m about to head out to grab some coffee or something to get over the hangover this movie gave me. What a freaking wrenching experience. I’ll try to find time to process some more shots and share.

ps. I seem to get a buttload of non-spider traffic on this site, but rarely does anyone ever comment. I find that odd. (hint hint)