This photo was taken when I was out walking with my friend Monika at night taking her picture, "hangin" out. It was a weird day, my roommate and I had stayed up late talking and drinking and it got so close to dawn that I figured I would just stay up and take pictures of people at dawn. The day was divided into the two very different worlds of dawn and dusk. What drew me to this house? I don't know, the door was open and I've always liked the relationship of interior lighting and outdoor lighting. I used a flash because I was handholding, and although built in flash usually sucks I think it kind of works in the picture, the way it creates a fading perimeter of light. Theres also this weird connection in my mind with flash at night and 50s police murder photography I also love the colors of this scene, especially the slanting paint on the road, and the deep neon colors in the toy truck and the flowers. The picture makes me want to see what is in the interior of the house. I can only hope lots of that wood panelling.

The inaugural post.. This photo is of my neighbor's garage and house, which looks like a barn to me. I was walking past one day and looked and thought that it looked out of place-- a building for another part of the country, or at least not in this part of Worcester where the buildings have an ungraceful age and unkempt look. It reminded me of a cold pastoral part of coastal Maine, where the pastoral leans more into the sad than any other romantic folk art notions. I took it at night, coming out from taking pictures in our basement and right out of the bulkhead I set my tripod down. For some reason I really wanted a photo of this building at night. I like the way strange lighting is pulled out from long exposures at night.. It gives tiny lights enough time to pool and glow out. The white paint of the building gives it a really ghostly presence, and there is almost a stare behind the way it faces out. Presence is what makes this picture to me. I had some ridiculous hot pixel issues with the picture which you cant really see in the jpeg, and on the larger photoshop file I still do. I'm like a minesweeper in some postwar country trying to spot out all of these green pixels. I guess there's something satisfying and entrancing about scanning and clicking them out a couple thousand times...