Pictures.

Much like everyone else with an iPhone I consider myself to be the greatest photographer who has ever lived. I’ve become a SUPER WHORE about the picture taking (I’m jjbezerra on Instagram!) and here below are some of my favorite pictures from the past several months. I’m too lazy to upload these in any particular order, so think of this like a grab bag of fun! (I know how much you like grab bags of fun*)

* “Grab bag of fun” is not a euphemism for anything**

** Not in this context anyway.

This is the classroom where I actually sort of try to teach stuff to people.

This is a picture of those things.

Marcel Duchamp is proud of this picture.

Popcorn. I will do terrible things for good popcorn.

This is a picture of this.

A distant snowy fort.

A rare picture of your humble author.

Just a pretty little stone church.

The public library in New Milford CT.

This is what the North Pole probably looks like.

Manhattan stairwell.

Looking west along East 118th Street 

If you are looking at this building, then you are standing outside my brother's apartment.

This is what a building looks like when it looms.

An accidental photo of my wet shoes.

Inside a NYC cab in the rain.

My ride.

Bringing sexy back? Sadly, no, but not for lack of trying.

This is what an unpublished novel looks like.

They made a lame documentary out of a superb book. Sad face. 

What it looks like when I drive home.

A heart of stone.

What the morning looks like in my kitchen

 Charging my phone while taking a picture of my phone charger.

What Utah looks like if you're six miles up and color blind.

Stigmata Barbie

The best bed sheets ever.

"Hey, everybody come see how good I look!"

Having beers with some of my brothers. 

Waking up in someone else's bed.

"Hi, I'm the Chrysler Building. Be cool about it."

Someone spilled wine on my sketch of the perfect outfit, making it slightly more perfect. 

I have a ton more pictures, but I'm too lazy to load them right now. #justbeinghonest

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Very Very Poor-Quality Photos of My Cats.

So you know how much I like it when good things happen to me which required absolutely no effort on my part? Well this week I was offered a totally free digital SLR camera. It is a hand-me-down and not bleeding-edge top-of-the-line or anything (it is a several years old Olympus E-500) but that is fine because I would have absolutely no idea what to do with a bleeding-edge top-of-the-line digital SLR camera. As it is, I will have virtually no idea what to do with this thing once I get it. I haven’t actually set an F-stop since I was a senior in high school (which, in case you are keeping track, was seven hundred years ago). However I am VERY MUCH looking forward to receiving this thing and am hoping to find a community college class to take over the summer to learn how to use it!

Between you and me, I had actually been saving up some money to buy a Rebel or something, you know, a quaint entry-level digital SLR. In the past year I have adventured to Catalina Island and New York and into The Grand Canyon and to several very interesting other places and I was often saddened by the fact that I didn’t have the ability to take any really good pictures along the way. Now, do not misunderstand me, the pictures I will be taking for the next year or so will probably look like this:



However, I am a quick learner and will probably be able to take pictures that are at least this good in pretty short order:



The truth is that I once dated a very very talented photographer and so never worried about whether or not there would be good pictures of a trip, because I knew there would be. Well I have felt a real lack over the past couple of years because I enjoy having good, stylistic, artistic photos around. And I did always like being able to point at the wall and go, “Yeah, that one is from a trip to Boston …” stuff like that.

Now I know that the proliferation of camera phones and crazy good digital point-and-shoot cameras has created a world wherein a person can have really cool pictures without having to commit much energy to it, but there is a part of me that wants to learn the art of a good picture. So many settings and dials and things to know! Part of me wants to climb up the side of a hiking trail somewhere just to get a picture of a flower and actually know how to dial in the focus. There is a delightful steampunk-ian combination of archaic mechanism and imaginative whimsy that go into the making of a good photograph, and I want to learn how to do it. For the same reason that I would like to own a very nice old typewriter.

So, anyway, this is just a warning shot I guess. Please get used to seeing a large amount of very very poor quality photos of my cats.

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