Carriage horses always make me sad. Whenever I think about horses, I think wide open spaces. I think herds of wild horses, thundering across the plains. I don’t think of bridles and saddles and pulling carriages of fat tourists through a paved park.

I did a test shoot on Saturday with a friend-of-a-friend (see if you can guess her name), who was a dream to work with. I wish all my subjects were this easy to work with.

I’d always taken denial somewhat literally. When I’d think of denial, I’d think of someone consciously rejecting the truth. Someone making a concerted effort to pretend something.

That’s what my sister called him. She’d brought him with her to San Francisco from Savannah when she moved in 2001, and for as long as I can remember, that’s been her name for him.

Was going through the archives of photos and decided to try and take a second stab at post-processing on this one, now that I’ve learned new things in Photoshop and (hopefully) advanced in skill in the year-and-a-half since I took the original photo. I suppose sometimes less is more, as I kinda prefer the original.

Last one from today’s update. I think the thing I love most about this shot is the fact that it could’ve been taken almost any time. The newest building in the shot couldn’t be less than twenty or thirty years old. Other than that, there’s really nothing dating the shot. I’m tempted to try and [...]

Not the greatest photo in the world — taken with my old Powershot s40 under terrarium lights — but the only one I really have of her. I should’ve taken more. I wasn’t terribly attached to her (seeing as she was, you know, a poisonous spider and all), but she was a friend and I’ll [...]