I finally got around to putting together a portrait gallery. This also accompanied a few other subtle changes to the site, such as the difference of the frame colors in photos posted in blogs. Seems to lend a better sense of class, and helps reduce the distraction around the photos.

You’ll also notice that this gallery has significantly larger images than the other two portfolios. I’ll probably update that very shortly, but for now this lets the portraits stand out a bit.

**Update: I’ve also updated the wedding gallery now, which includes both new photos, and larger versions of the photos. Go ahead, check it out.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for now. Keep it real folks.

That title is awful. My apologies. Also, I apologize for the entirely random nature of the photos presented here. Had some new ones in the course of finding old ones. Decided to post whatever caught my eye.

Anyway, I was commenting over at another website on how a New Year becomes strange to me. For you hordes of readers scattered throughout the various corners of this box-shaped world (the next crisis to follow global warming), the New Year is representative of a great many things. New love, new jobs, new goals for old habits, or new habits for old goals. For most, a new year is about what could be in the coming year.

It’s hard for me to view it this way. A year is less about what could be, than about what already has been. My memory is flawed, somehow. On any given day, I will not remember anything past a year and a half or two ago. It isn’t an exact science; I couldn’t cross days off a calendar or anything, but it’s a pretty reliable generality. I don’t have a childhood, really, and for that matter I basically didn’t even go to high school or college.

This is a curious phenomena for a photographer. People have suggested that I try journaling, or looking through old photos. I’ve tried both, to no avail. The photos, in particular, are a strange feeling. Thousands upon thousands of photos are stacked up in my image library from the past 4 or 5 years. Past a point, they just fade into obscurity. It’s almost as if I were blind, and regained my sight. Sure, I took all those photos, but they were taken in places I’ve never seen. Images of faces I don’t recognize.

This is not to say I don’t remember anything. I can tell you pi to the 25-odd digits from memory, and the square root of pi to the 10th digit. I learned those somewhere around 10th grade, and haven’t really refreshed them since, but they’re still accurate. But remembering facts doesn’t make for much of a childhood, much less a life.

Which is unfortunate, since I’ve had an eventful life. I’ve been to foreign countries, had great friends, been in love, succeeded at things I didn’t know existed, failed at things I did.

I have lived a thousand lifetimes.

I think that’s all I’ll say about the issue for today. Enjoy your various parties, galas, keggers, naps, etc. that will be going on for the New Year. Make good choices, even if your friends don’t. Keep it real, everyone.

p.s. I’m going to Costa Rica in two weeks.