indian summer

well it sure is hot out there, a continuous blast radiating through skin and beads of sweat forming at my hairline as i wrap up a conversation out on the sidewalk mid-day.

i love october in san franciso.

photographer doug dubois is here for a studio visit. i feel a little rusty, it has been a while since someone new has come in for a visit. well, not really, but i feels like a while. we get to talking and continue on well past our appointment. he remarks on the organization of my cabinet when i open it to retrieve a piece of equipment. in easy conversation, we talk about CROSSWALK, Boulevard, and Rock & Roar. afterwards, i walk him back to the Grad office.

later back at the studio i entertain myself by trying to figure out how to load the polaroid back and the ReadyLoads. after a considerable amount of time tinkering and toying, i still come up with no answers, no process, no formal success . . . however i am content knowing i curiously tugged the film pack open to explore, become familiar with, look a little deeper. yeah, dig around in there and take it apart, see how it ticks.

and mark clearly with a black sharpie:
one two one two, this is just a TEST.