Sometimes it is extremely hard to finish the sentence 'I am...'

One of my personal favorite observations about life is how my definition of who I think I am evolves and changes. Everyone changes and time has it's way of making us all wiser and more experienced. At times it is extremely painful and other times, when life is going smoothly, it can be quite enjoyable.

It seems odd to me, but I was actually out on the street the other day thinking about where I am geographically, chronologically, physically, emotionally, spiritually, etc. and I started to look for the words HERE I AM. I found HERE very easily but finding the words I AM, isolated out in the world, is a very hard task. If you don't believe me try it. So anyways a few days later I found it on an old theater sign in downtown LA. I lucked out that there was only one person down underneath the sign as it felt right to only have a single person under these challenging words.

I'm looking forward to another week of street shooting and making fun of myself through photography.

Sometimes the best therapy is to simply make fun of yourself.


I have been spending way too much time thinking and getting frustrated over my thesis work. Specifically trying to understand what I am trying to say with my work and all that emo stuff.
So yesterday I took the opportunity to do the opposite by making fun of my most cherished values. These are two of ten, some are even more degrading and rather inappropriate.

They are everywhere.

The light in downtown as the sun begins to set is unlike any other I have experienced. I'm in luck since the weather is very consistent I can count on light being a certain way at certain points in the day.

As other previous posts have shown the light on the buildings reflecting off one another fascinates me, but when i shot this I couldn't help but focus on the shadows as people walked by.

LA where the sun shines... Columbus weather seems so far away.

Golden death?

I have found that people in downtown have subtle ways of decorating for Halloween/Day of the Dead.

I was slightly surprised to see a legless/armless hanging skeleton in front of the lovely word "Golden". Once that caught my attention I was thinking of what the best way would be to capture the peculiarity of the scene when these two men walked in the frame. The magic happened when I got the film back to find that the one guy has a skull-like expression.

As seen on the street:

I have these moments when I am out photographing.

One minute I feel that where I am at is not inspiring me,
but then something magical happens like the above moment.

I am then left to dream about whether or not I actually recorded what I saw until I get the film processed...

This is what It is all about.

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