i'm in vancouver. i'm here to be a real photographer again which is something i haven't done in a while.

this weekend is the one where i rekindle that flame. i've had 8 people in the last 11 days tell me things that were related to my picking up my lost love and while i was adamant about not doing that ever again...i feel like there's something to it. i've talked around the idea now for at least a week now, but when i leave here i'll have a website done, the LLC process started and a few new sessions shot and backed up on a hard drive.

right now it's dark and i'm a mile away form everyone who is inside on the third floor of an apartment building, getting ready to eat pork tacos and drink manhattans. i'm excited back. apparently i'm an adopted uncle (again). i'm not complaining.

right now i'm by myself. i've been walking around the west end of seattle's sister city and i've been holding my camera close and i've been stopping every five minutes or so to see what's in front of me and then shoot it that way. this is how i do it. it feels good to be back here again. not canada, but behind my camera on purpose. i'm in a coffee shop and i'm soaked but i'm warm. that's a metaphor.

i've said this recently but photography is really important. documenting...time, is important. no one is out here "with" me right now but i'm still stopping light and creating a record of it on a CCD sensor, pushed to a memory card that will eventually be on a computer, following me for some undefined number of years until it's deleted or lost but until then, always the same as it was when the light happened. there is something insanely romantic about that.

i don't know.

here's a little bit of what i saw, how i saw it.