I sound like some sort of new age hippy

So, I don't mean to sound like I am on some 'I love everything', new age, hippy style life journey here. I am not. I am trying to better myself, have a good time, and experience new things. Tomorrow I am hitting up a rock show with Bryan and should have some insight into boose and rock and roll.

Also, Bryan is pretty much the man to go to if you ever need a hug. He is a hug machine.

That is something to look into. He is generally happy all the time, accepting of everyone. The worst thing I think I have ever heard him say about anyone is that they are kind of nice. He is pretty much the epitome of social accpetance and the bringer of positive energy.

Thanks Bryan!

I was originally not going to post this photo of me. I took a bunch of cheesy, thumbs up photos of me in front of various things at FRH. This was one I posted on facebook. It turns out Rosina is the name of Ruth's mother. She then asked if she was the meaning of life. I replied

"It's a search for, the answer won't be in a boat, or a gun, or a piece of fruit. I'm hoping it will be the culmination of anything and everything I encounter, and everyone I encounter. Compiled together to make an image that makes sense, or at least, can be interpreted as making sense to those who'd like to listen."

I think I have to post everything from now on.

Procrastination and it's hold on my life. This photo was taken probably in april, maybe earlier of this year. It is from a series including 6 models, 2 makeup artists, and myself.

What do I take from this? I'm trying to appreciate work I have done. I'm my biggest critic, despite how I present my enormous ego. I also am trying to finish what I started. To keep the promises I make, and to push forward with everything I want to do with my life, my photography, and the world.

Personal Experience. After posting this photo a friend of mine from my days in cadets pointed out that this was at Fort Rodd Hill. My experience at FRH as a child was a happy one. On Canada day my family would head here, and my sister and I would get our faces painted, carrying little Canadian flags and wearing flag pins. I recall popcorn, and usually not wanting to leave.

To me this shows that community, environment, history, parks can lead to happy memories. It's a time long past now, but the memories remain, and paint a picture of the park that maybe no one else sees.

It also brings up my time in cadets, and Sarah. We met in cadets, and went to the Oak Bay Tea Party. We also saw Gob in concert.

Topics discussed today.
War, patriotism, duty, sacrifice, consumption, environment, history, dedication, destruction.

Finding joy in the little things

This little pig is a use of resources, a toy probably meant for a child. I found it discarded on the floor of a bar on Halloween. Petroleum based plastic, it could potentially have been an animal. It is a cheap toy massed produced to be consumed and used. I do not know why I picked it up, and I figured someone should get some more use out of it. I will find a home for this pig.

Other topics discussed today were Random acts of cruelty, relative happiness quotient, expectations and wants, material goods, post mortem cannibalism, righting wrongs.

Future Edit: This pig was given to a friend who wanted it, it was later discarded by that friend's roomate.

Gregory Forsberg and REDACTED!

Redacted

Gregory Potter and the good, the bad, and the worst shorts

stuff that needs writing about

the concert

worst shorts

home, mouse infested, home, i mean sweet

getting lost and meeting a the victoria exchange guy

donovan and joe

nigerian mobsters
the lamb puppet and the nicest pimp
jokes jokes jokes

the homeless shanty,

tokyo fashionista

eel in all its glory

The Unintentional Orchestra

It is hot, the humidity is what does it. The sound of wheels on wet pavement, and the bustle of a nearby intersection are audible, but ignorable, laying the groundwork for the trains that pass by. A light breeze comes and goes, a small crescendo before fading off. The classical piano music drifts in from somewhere up above, always the same song. Exotic , but off key notes make their way through the walls. The final sounds are the faint clicking of a keyboard before it all goes quiet, until it repeats again.

Chris Locke and the Whole Canned Chicken.

As was requested by Tyler Waters. This is the temple near my house. I will have more on the history of it later.