Where I am and where I belong

That is a double edged blade in words. I’ve moved across the nation to be with my family and reassess my business and organize my thoughts. It’s been heart wrenching. The city of New Orleans has changed so much. And without my best friend Lance there, it seems pretty pointless. I didn’t realize how much I was depending on him, his friendship… just being alive. I think his death is still one of the hardest things to deal with. I am glad to be home during all this. I wouldn’t be able to do it alone in Cali. At least here I have my family, my son and support. I know Lance is here. Or at least I tell myself that.

These images are a few double exposures I captured last week in New Orleans. You know I’ve been combing them, looking for any sign of Lance. We used to walk these streets every weekend as high school kids. Talking about living together one day, writing down numbers to rentals. That was a lifetime ago. I can’t seem to shake the memories, as clear as yesterday. I hope he’s adjusting and knows how much everyone loves him. Still can’t believe he’s gone. That city is empty without him, like a broken heart.

 

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Where the Wild Things Art

Where the Wild Things Are

I’ve been working on evolving  my Duality work. This is the latest test shoot. Some details still need to be worked out, but it’s coming along quite well. Back to my roots and working on shooting these in film.

opportunity

open door

As I go through life I look for these small opportunities, casting light on my mission. This day I found many little surprises in the Marina area of San Diego. Once there was light and probably bookings going on in here, maybe a lady in a pencil skirt and peep toe heels typing prisoner files. After all it was built at the end of the 30’s. I really thing that must have been a grand time. I imagine myself roaring through the 1940’s, Hollywood crime booming. Ahh, the good ole days.

*** All images have been taken by Melody Hall and are copyright.