cold street

I don’t think any of my “crappy cel phone pictures” are really worth a damn, but what I do believe is that, given enough of them, they take on a character all their own which nearly creates a “style” of photography not unlike those of real photographers. I have been in so much of a photography slump lately. I haven’t picked up my Leica for a few months and I have over thirty rolls of HP5 Plus to home process – a drudgery of a duty that is insanely boring. The crappy old cel phone makes digital pics right away, and with the punch of a few of its buttons, it will upload to my drop area.

Las Vegas, 2006

Mimi and I went to Las Vagas where she worked and I played (and lost). It was still fun, and we connected up with our great friend Natalie for an exquisite dinner at Roy’s (away from the strip). Memorable. Thanks, Natalie, it was awesome.