Nothing to think about today but the wind. It's relentless, constant, always moving, going somewhere. It hits me like a wall. It teaches me to be more fluid, to be a constant. To be always moving.
Last night I had a dreaming first: a creative block. I'm used to having them in real life. They are simply expected. But to dream of being creative, then of having a block and being unable to create -- in a dream -- is truly horrific.
As for running one of the most successful campaigns in history, Barack Obama really impressed me. Not just by his sweeping and grand oratories or his always calm-and-collected demeanor under pressure -- certain aspects of how his campaign was run were equally impressive. For instance, the level of organization required to communicate a clear and concise message to all of the campaign's volunteers. Or, how well managed the donations to the campaign were. Better yet, they built a foundation of grassroots volunteerism that will be studied and followed for many years to come.
My photo series for the CLFP building has been featured on Photography Served, part of the ever-fresh Behance network. I am humbled to be featured amongst so much great work. Thank you Photography Served! It is little surprises like this that help me to get out and shoot. Check out my feature here!
Someone had to do it first. For Esquire Magazine, I give a wholehearted congratulations on being the first magazine to feature an electronic ink cover. It had to start somewhere, and it's rarely successful the first time around when revolutionary technologies are introduced to the masses. Full review after the jump!
I cast my ballot this morning. Number 260 something. The machine I used was branded Diebold, which I found a bit curious as I thought that division was re-branded Premier Election Solutions. Either way, no Simpsons-esque horror story ensued about my vote being switched.
My newest favorite time suck is far and away the website The Selby. Photographers capture a unique side to artists of all folds, revealing a great deal about their professions and themselves. Providing at times an intimate look into the lives of these artists, it's the little things that draw me in: strings of paper swans hanging from the ceiling, argyle socks, and stacks upon stacks -- upon stacks! of books. I'm taken in by how normal some of these dwellings are.
