Sunday portraits

Three hours after I got home from the concert Leslie and I drove to Long Beach to do the swap meet at Vets Stadium.

Up at 2:30 in the morning, it was pretty brutal.

Swap meet could have been a hell of a lot better but it gave me a chance to take some good people shots as it always does.

And it gives me an opportunity to suss out the ever changing moods and characters in this wacky world of ours, at least the slightly twisted Southern California version.

Took a few portraits. Swap meet chic.

anger management

I was packing the camera Saturday afternoon and I stuck it in a thin leather bag and then watched in horror as it slid off a chair and - smack! - hit the floor. Two foot drop with a crescendo.

Bilsland the third

I actually started crying at the thought at what I had done, what an incredible fuck up I am.

Was afraid to pick up the six thousand dollar rig and even start to assess the fruit of my gross negligence.

I fired a shot and it seems to be a-okay but now I am starting to see invisible things, probably just my fear and paranoia manifesting and coming to the fore.

girl who runs with girl who runs with the vampires

I could ship or take it to Nikon on Wilshire and see if it calibrates but can't afford to at the moment.

me too

Will flagellate myself with whips like a Filipino at Easter and see if it helps the problem any.

Not a great time to be me.




My late brother's birthday tomorrow too.

buffalo boy

Will take the camera out for another ride this afternoon and see if I can get it to calm down.

Hope everybody had a nice Father's day.

So tired on the way home, I pulled into a gas station and slept.

the floral couple