June already, huh.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted a backwash of photos, and since I don’t have that much new work to show, here’s a mostly chronological collection of snaps starting in December 2015 up until this past Sunday.
Growing up, the nearest worthwhile park was a 40 minutes bus ride away. It had a zoo with iron bar cages, a century-old carousel that made your hands smell like metal, and pony rides. It was where I learned to ride a bike without training wheels and discovered my love for bears and cotton candy. It’s […]
First, here’s a new Auditory Whiplash playlist. It’s about all those times things didn’t quite work out, for whatever reason.
In retrospect, I’m glad I did come back from Montréal to interview with the company with the worst website I’d seen in a long time. If it weren’t for giving them a chance at making me quit full-time freelance, I probably would not have been able to go to the Stanley Hotel, or spend a […]
Worked a job in the desert, in the dead of night. These were the views from my camera that is also occasionally a mobile telephone.
Baby’s first set-list pickup.
The day I get my shit together will be the day I find a way to be employed by JPL. Which basically means that it’ll never happen, because it IS rocket science, after all.
Where you can eat under the watchful glass-eyed beasts who probably would have had you as a meal were they not stuck to a wall.
Or Part IV: What I did Next on the Second Day of My Vacation.
Or Part III: What I did on the Second Day of My Vacation. Alternate to the alternate: What I did on Mothers Day Posted on Fathers Day.
Or Part II: What I Did Next On the First Day of My Vacation
Or Part I: What I Did On the First Day of My Vacation.
If there were such a thing as playing god, I’m pretty sure it’d look like this.
San Diego is not my favourite place on Earth, but Balboa Park sure is making me rethink that.
Here are booty scans of the only two surviving photos from one of the rolls I lost to the winter cold in Ottawa last year. One is of my friend Mélanie shooting buildings in Ottawa, and the other one might be somewhere in Montréal? I’ve no idea.