Through the lenses of Argos the Nikon D60.
A window into other worlds more magical than my own.
A creepy walk in the woods. Who doesn’t love a gothic forest?
Frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone.
Life and death on the same branch.
282 below sea level, an inhospitable land.
Sometimes, waking up before dawn can be pretty awesome.
Sometimes you just gotta suck it up and accept that things aren’t going to go according to plan.
HOUSEMATE: Where are you going? JJ: Shooting. HOUSEMATE: Guns? JJ: No, camera. I’ve embraced Southern-ness, but not that much. Yet.
I spent the past couple of days in North Carolina looking at houses with Bear (and we’ve bought one, huzzah!). Down south, all the trees were already in bloom, but NYC is still a little behind the times in terms of spring. Nevertheless, the peach tree outside my fire escape is optimistic. Look! A bud is about to bloom!