Conversations with Birds.

Experiments With Illusion/Surrealism II and III

Does it work?

Experiments With Illusion/Surrealism I

Pole Eesman.

Today I Killed My Legs.

Here's something kind of dumb/outgoing I did today. On my new bike "Walter" I rode downtown. (Red is the route I took downtown, blue is the route back).



Down Ashland to Addison, to Wrigleyville to try and buy Cubs tickets.


Further down Clark to Ontario, stopped, got a deli sandwich for lunch. See Walter through the window?
Through the city (somewhere past Daley Plaza and through god-knows where). To Millennium park in an area of the park I've never been. Declared it the best part of the park. Out loud. No one heard me because NO ONE was around.

Along some path past Navy Pier... ...To Oak street beach where a guy was "kiting" and an old couple were watching. Not much Photoshop can do for a grey day like today.Some fountain on the trail. Thank God for these fountains. I would have died of dehydration right there on the trail.


...Ended at work (basically). See below picture of Ann.

I'm a maniac.

Ann Should Quit.

21st Century Men.

Amazing, the simplicity of a few chairs and a trio of dudes armed with imagination and repetitive face-slapping.

Amazing, the extent of my motivation: going to Clark and Irving Park on a Cubs game night.


I'm unhappy with the colour editing of this photo.

Confession: Improvisers kind of intimidate me.

Oh. Hey. Happy 100 posts. Lah di dah.

Tha Weave [Tim].

Happiest with this shot.
Top notch improv.
Right-o.

Tobias's Sketchbook.

Tolk III

Seems I reserve my black and white images for performers. Hm.

Started shooting RAW. Should have started this ages ago. Idiot.

I hate to say it, but I'm shooting less and less comedy this year, which might be a good thing (for me) because I need to get out there and shoot other Chicago goings-on.

Edit: Tolk [Another Version].

Scratch that first image. This photo is much better.

Shit. I'm a little rusty; it's been awhile...
=(

Tolk [Or: Comedy Makes a Reappearance].

Errol Flynn Sees The Blues.

Da Bloos III

Da Bloos II

Da Bloos.

Abstract.

My walking companion stared at me as I crouched down on the ground and made three exposures. "Really? A garbage can?"

"Yeah. Can't you see it?"

Art in garbage. Terribly cliché. Terribly necessary for an artist at some point in his or her lifetime.

Migrated.

Experiments With Macro II

Experiments With Macro.

Errol Flynn Goes To The Lakeshore.