I think I know what it is. The rut, I mean. Maybe I just need to kick back and let go of what I've been doing? Bust out the HOLGA; the B&W film; the tiny, old, manual-focus point and shoot that will have me guessing at my distance from the subject and hoping that in all turns out all right, even with a 2.8 aperture.

Get back to shooting people (what makes a good people-photo? A balance or an agreement or a crossroads of the photographer and the subject... Something I need to quit being chickenshit about). Anyway, some of the film I went through this summer I took to get developed at a place where I paid to have them scanned to a disk for me, which is the only reason I can present them to you now and not in another six months (though by this point they are already a few months old).



I really love my rockclimbing bruises. I never remember putting my knees into the wall that often when I'm up there, but then I get back and strip to uncover the remains of a battlefield on my legs.






Part of my scramble to take some photos of the house I lived in for 2 years, probably shot the week I moved out (or maybe the week before, if I was really on the ball).








More photos like this last one coming up later! I have been not-so-excellent at photos this summer, and popped open the back of my camera only to discover I was halfway through a roll of film probably three or four times in as many months.