It’s been a while since I’ve posted a backwash of photos, and since I don’t have that much new work to show, here’s a mostly chronological collection of snaps starting in December 2015 up until this past Sunday.
Growing up, the nearest worthwhile park was a 40 minutes bus ride away. It had a zoo with iron bar cages, a century-old carousel that made your hands smell like metal, and pony rides. It was where I learned to ride a bike without training wheels and discovered my love for bears and cotton candy.
It’s also the place I had one of my very first dates. We had agreed to meet up in the rose gardens. He was wearing a too-big button-down shirt with camels on it, slobbered all over my face, and almost caused me to swear off kissing forever. Almost.
First, here’s a new Auditory Whiplash playlist. It’s about all those times things didn’t quite work out, for whatever reason.
In retrospect, I’m glad I did come back from Montréal to interview with the company with the worst website I’d seen in a long time. If it weren’t for giving them a chance at making me quit full-time freelance, I probably would not have been able to go to the Stanley Hotel, or spend a whirlwind 48 hours in New York City, all within a month of each other.
Worked a job in the desert, in the dead of night. These were the views from my camera that is also occasionally a mobile telephone.
Baby’s first set-list pickup.
The day I get my shit together will be the day I find a way to be employed by JPL. Which basically means that it’ll never happen, because it IS rocket science, after all.
Where you can eat under the watchful glass-eyed beasts who probably would have had you as a meal were they not stuck to a wall.