Friday, December 4, 2009



Today was filled with dogs, bushes and mud... sometimes all three at the same time. I'm not afraid of dogs, but I'm always cautious of them. When you've had as many run ins as me, you learn to know which ones are okay to approach, and which ones are Cujo in disguise. This, for example, was one such unapproachable one:













These are the worst. They look friendly, they act friendly.... until you get within gnawing range. we almost got eaten by that one. These two were good ones. They didn't even care that we were in their yard. The smaller one did reach in my bag and take my dog treats though...





Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Quoto



He knows when you're happy
He knows when you're comfortable
He knows when you're confident
And he always knows when you have carrots.
~Author Unknown


Foggy afternoons





I got the day off today due to rain... rain that never really came. I don't like missing days of work but it did give me time to shoot more. I shied away from most of the rivers seeing as the rain has raised water levels and made them muddy.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Quoto

Photo & Quote

"If you see a snake, kill it. Don't appoint a committee on snakes."

-- H. Ross Perot


Bama


It's been a while since I've written here (it's been a while since I traveled!) but I'm back on the road! A year off, a beautiful wife, a misdemeanor conviction, two lame jobs (one lost to the misdemeanor), and now I'm back! Kickin' it in Trussville Alabama. (It's a suburb of Birmingham.) So kick back, check out the photos and lets take a ride.

First off, let me tell you, being married is great! I have a gorgeous lady named Ashley at my side through all the stupid things I do (sometimes the stupid things are egged on by her). She's my best friend and the person I trust most. I love her to death.

This photo is by a great friend of mine and an even greater photographer, Shanna. Check her out. It's worth it. It trumps my stuff, but gives me something to shoot for.




This is an old watermill I found on Mill Creek. The wheel was broken apart, the gears to it were sitting, rusted, about a hundred feet away and water is starting to seep under the building.



Cahaba River


Upriver from the previous shot, right before it goes through two square tubes under a bridge.


This was fantastic. To the left is a hilly horse pasture, to the right, a three story plantation style house. The drive up to the house takes you down a blacktop road between two white fenced pastures up a hill and past a light blue four horse stable.

Stay tuned for more. I think I'm going to start posting a lot of images on here again let me know what you think.

Brian

Thursday, October 23, 2008

yay!




The road I'm on. Actually this weekend I'll be on the road a lot! My fiance (most amazing ever!) is coming out to get me. I quit the job I'm currently at. It's a good job. If you're single and have nothing holding you somewhere. I'd rather be with my friends and family and have fun with my life. I knew UPA was temporary anyways. So I'm moving to Powell, WY. I already have a house and everything! I'll keep you posted.Add Image

Thursday, September 25, 2008

The bottom of my river

I can't concentrate. Things are moving so fast and I have so much to do and things are piling up on top of me and i can't seem to get clear of any of it. I try to formulate thoughts but all I can see is EVERYTHING all at once. It floods my mind like dirty waters, carrying rocks that haven't been tumbled over each other long enough to lose their sharp corners and trees with scathing branches and snags that tear at the river bottom of my sanity. Turning, tumbling idea-rocks poke holes in my reality allowing my concentration to seep out of the holes as trees that used to hold my thought processes scathe and scar my emotions while tearing themselves apart leaving me.... thoughtless. So much going on and I'm... nothing. Not a depressed "devil-may-care" nothing, just, nothing. Like I just sat on the side of the river and watched as it all washed downstream and skipped rocks over the slow current of my mind washing away creating dimples in the stream that grow into rippling spirals. Hopefully they'll continue to grow into new ideas and new streams of thought... I'm going shooting this weekend. I'll let you know how it goes.