It was the most painful sort of ordinary. As much as I claim to wear my despise for the uncertain on my sleeve, I simultaneously can't think of anything I love more. The ever-changing scenery that evolves around you, and how the people are somehow always the same every 50 miles.
I have one month till I move into my new studio and at least for different cities I want to be in before that. Not including the fact that I would love to take a trip down to the Gulf to volunteer and personally punch Tony Hayward in the face. This weekend I'm traveling to Cinncinati for a 90's grunge editorial shoot and the following weeks I'll be going to new york for a few small shoots.
After that, I'm on the run. I know I'll be visiting North Carolina to see my best friend, but I'm not quite sure how I'm getting there. Hopefully after that I'll find someone willing to go to Portland with me. It would be great to kick around there for awhile, photograph the people there and live on really dark coffee and granola bars. I'm not looking for anything lavish or fancy, I just want to see the real, raw people of this country. I want to see the day in and day out sort of things. The work that makes you twist your fingers and the everyday happenings that have been too long over looked.
All the photos from this post and the last are taken by the very talented and passionate Aaron, AJP photography
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson