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.

Cotter.

Another Season For Van.

Look familiar?

Tendencies.

Thrown.

Caught.

His Worst Game II

His Worst Game