sit on it

Brian poses in a traditional 1970's sequined istructional tee shirt.

Hold it, that's perfect! Don't move!

Mom, Uncle Bert and Papa attaching the first aerial to the house at 115.
Funny to think he was a safety supervisor at Shell.
This was photographed from the back of the house looking south.
So much has changed, not the least of which is the standard for ladders.
The window behind the ladder would eventually be knocked out, wall and all, to make way for dad's add-ons in the '70s.
We used to have a dining room table in front of that window, and I remember sitting there the night OJ and Beverly (and family) showed up after dark, standing outside staring at me like some scene from The Devil's Rejects.
But I digress.
I have a feeling some of those wires are still dangling around the house somewhere.

What's Under the Hood, September, 1970

I've been scanning our family snapshot archive, and I've come to realize that this stack of polaroids, prints and film is the beginning of my love of photography. I've spent many hours over the years with different family members going through my mother's and grandmother's scrapbooks and photo albums. The colors, frames and snapshot aesthetic, our personal family vernacular, is what helped form what I do now in my photography. Evolved? Yes. I hope. For the better? Again, I hope. But it's there. It's always there.

Secret of the Mummy's Tomb

Hey. Hi. Welcome.

What you're looking at is me on my fourth birthday, in Kentucky.

What you'll see from here on out is more family retro and nostalgia and all the other stuff that distracts me...

A love for articulated plastic.
A love for things that go bump in the night.
A love for the family vernacular, the seed of my passion for photography.
A love for things I vividly remember and things I've almost forgotten.

Glad to have you here, be you family, friend or stranger.
And stop laughing.
You were once a goofy-ass kid too.