50mm ƒ/1.6 at 1/160 sec ISO 1600

Most of my photography, as I’m getting back on the band wagon, have been people focused.

Modicum moments are where I find my guiding light, my sentience in this art form.

What are your moments? What brings sentience to those droning days?

Not much of a blog post – but it’s what I’ve been up to.

50mm ƒ/3.2 at 1/320 sec ISO 200

I have no idea. I was doing a tilt/shift trick

35mm ƒ/3.5 at 1/1600 ISO 800

What I've been up too

Well, as the title infers, I am plugging(shamelessly) my new blog on my other blog. This blog.

They are going to be similar, well because they both are from me. But I should note that they have two purposes.

The Phaedrus Drift is my photography blog that explores photographic concepts and tracks my thoughts and technical techniques over time.

Bildungsroman is my writing blog that explores life in a broader sense, primarily through questions and day-to-day musings. Its goal is to develop ideas for my summer ‘memoir’ project while cultivating perspectives on the formative years of adulthood. The blog might possibly inspire some sort of future ministry for those living their own Bildungsroman. It is dialogue driven and comment reliant blog.

Sure they will overlap from time to time. Photography is part of my perspective and perspective philosophy is part of my photography.

So, let’s see what happens, eh?

http://bildungsroman.typepad.com/

Thirsty David

Honestly, I don’t feel like this photo is “blog” worthy. However, I feel like it represents where I am with photography.

I havent been photographing for two months. Summer school has been hard for my time and a writing project has been emotionally exhuasting. But when you stay away from the medium of photography for too long you start to miss it. You start to long for it. You start to thirst to experiance the specific interaction with the world that photography brings.

And I am getting thirsty.

David found a pool of water atop enchanted rock yesterday morning. It was hot and he was craving some sort of water interaction. He tossed his hair into the pocket of water called home for many tadpoles.

Like David, I hope to find my isolated pool of crisp water somewhere along my journey. I think I can feel it coming over the next hill.