The future.
January 30th, 2004 byI’m fucking psyched. Really. There’s something to thinking about something, loving it, developing the idea in your head and then finally seeing it created into something real… something really really real. There’s something about that which makes me smile. Big. And it’s not so different than I imagined it in the very beginning. It’s pretty close to what I expected it to be. But the thing about it that’s really cool is that this idea represents desire. My plain and simple desire to work as a photographer again. And I want that. Like I want nothing else, I want to be able to shoot again. 1/2 time, full time. Whatever. I just want to shoot. There’s a storm raging outside my house. Pine cones and branches are showering down on my roof, drowning out the white noise of the rain itself. The huge concussion of a transform pumping it’s final surge of energy as it explodes hammers my walls with a blast of air. And I, I am in here in total peace. Should a 40 inch trunk blast through my roof and strike me dead, I think tonight it would be alright. Tonight. Because for once the damn future feels like it’s looking up. And for now I’m going to hold on to it, like I’m holding on to the idea of photography in my soul. Today I present Pixenter. Enjoy.