ch. two

In five weeks and one day, on January Twenty Fifth, I will be driving to Philadelphia International Airport to board a flight, destination: Heathrow International Airport in London, England. For the past couple of weeks this trip hasn't even crossed my mind, which has been preoccupied with the thoughts of Plato, Thomas Aquinas, St. Anselm, and the words of H.D. Thoreau.

I have no clue what to expect and have planned little for the trip, other than a trip to Sweden over Easter Break and a visit from the Moms around the time of my birthday (February). There aren't many chances in one's life that allow a three month stint in a foreign land to study, live amongst it's residents, and experience the culture from the direct center. An infinite amount of excitement if building inside me and I can't wait to set foot on the streets of London and share what my eyes see. Long live the Thames!

Sleep well
- lowt

till now.

A change is happening. A shift has occurred. Through the past year of my life many things have gone by the way-side, whether I wanted them to or not; some of which the cause is still unknown. Other events have squeezed in that were not expected and have put more smiles on my face than I can manage to count. The focus of the everyday has been tilted. There are few words to accurately describe the effect a family has on a human being and even more difficult to explain its expansion.
My brain has been racing, but these thoughts are something I have wanted to bring about. We grow, we change, and grow again. This cycle has run its course and started anew. Just a shadow on the pavement, moving with the sun.

- lowt

writer's block.

Cotton, grass, water, wood, open seas, day dreams, snow forts, and a land of the unknown. To a child this list is something that doesn’t need to be stored in their back pockets or posted on the fridge. It is built into them, programmed. As we age, from my own personal experience, we try and cling to this laundry list of freedom. Constantly drafting new copies to keep in our pockets when the wind blows this list from our grip, or an external force turns it to dust. Many times I have gone searching for this list, checking my back pocket; among the crowded mess of politics, stereotypes, and expectations.
Passing other human beings, it is not hard to tell who has lost their list. They’ve forgotten what forms in the clouds and have become more comfortable with watching the lines of the brick they walk on dark around with no direction. Their lunch trays no longer carry desserts, their shoes haven’t touched mud in who knows how long. It is a challenge to keep the clouds in our minds; the ‘real’ world beckons us at every step. Less and less time is focused on the present, as our focus is shifted towards the future. I’ve put my list through the wash many times, forgetting all together about the importance its scribbled words hold.
Even though our hands get tired from writing, revising, and drafting our lists, there is no avoiding it. All souls are wayward and lose track of these essential components of the past, but the grass stained cotton and the sails made of previous fort blankets can reach the open seas again and again; if we just get rid of the spare change and walk through the mud.


goodnight, travel well
-lowt

three stripes..

Dennis Busentiz Pro Model.
Beautiful.

what i did this morning.

the light won't hide.
it'll seep into you somewhere,
into your pores.

you'll soak it in,
become part of it.
your hue changed,
and for a brief second
you notice.

the smell of the air
a changing of time
rustle of sheets.

patterns
shapes
texture
but you cannot
remember.

well,
here is your memory.
or is this just what i think i see?






-lowt

close your eyes...

...we can all dream.

there is a light

inspire.

a smile that can melt hearts.

britny.

johnny has a posse.

studio tre.

hairman.

eye to the heart.

Johnny.

Steph.

i never left.

protest

It'll get you every time.
But if we don't stand for something,
if we don't stand for ourselves,
what's the use in fighting gravity.
what's the use in anything....

lost

where do I go from here? This point is blurred, the road forked. The future is ahead, but a glimpse won't be had.

San Fran, your pain is felt. May the Bay be Reborn...

My Girls

Inspired by the lyrics from Animal Collective's song My Girls.
These images are what the song means to me, enjoy.

a grocery store romance

"So he says ta me, he says ta me... you know what he says?"

The weight of Earl's tone fell heavy on his skin, it sank. Sank through his pores, through his wrinkles, through his muscle and fat. Sank so far he could feel it in his gut.

"Hey says Earl, you see me, but can't see me."

"Ya know what I says ta him? I says, Bill, get the fuck outta my sight, that what I says ta him!"




--this is the start of something that will consume me.

Sincerely,
lowt

last season

agfa 100
I plan to shoot much more of this film in the future. The colors are just amazing.
Spring 2008.

keeping keeping on

Here are a few shots for a so far untitled project at school. The ideas have been revolving around the concept of Atman, or eternal life, and the idea that humans are just hosts for an eternal being; a soul.

no contest

Haven't had joy like this in quite sometime.


thanks world.

nice shoes

tangled limbs,
so this begins.

through the filter

along the banks of the hudson
came a breeze rode by summer feet
walking barefoot on gravel in a foreign street
where the rain from the grass
pays no mind to those
who've trespassed.

migrating north,
migrating to a new home
a shrinking state
lonely roads and utensils,
cementing a fear, ten thousand feet below.

traveling to man made lakes, in hopes of drowning ghosts we've long ago lost,
keeping in mind the position of our hands and of our lungs
clicking minds and holding breaths
knowing thoughts before they're thought
and thinking the same.
we'll migrate home
to the foreign lands of forgiving rains

i've never heard of the past or future.
looking up to familiar shores, with nothing to guide two.
so let these dinosaurs thump in our chest cavities,
cause i don't mind it much.



- low T

locks and lights

forest v. civilized

bird bath

public pool

no one's right

.5

basterds

they have not left.

logan square

the peeling paint really adds to the homey feel here

eastern state penitentiary

Barber Shop

Capone's cell; Martha Stewart anyone?

Dodge 'em.

Thanks Steve

Tomorrow I leave for three weeks to Camp Woodward out in Pennsylvania, I'll be one of the skateboard counselors there. Steve Berra from theberrics.com sent over some stickers to hand out to the kids I'll have in the cabin over the course of my stay; BANGIN'. Hometown Hero Kerry Getz is in the Battle at the Berrics tomorrow against Gilbert Croockett; wish him luck.

Big thanks to Ryan for sending some SPoT stickers for the kids too!

(Yellowstone Chronicles in three weeks.)
Goodnight, Travel Well

-lowt

from the hills you came

Air: filled with salt and the ground
wet with life
walking with sea legs over big skies;
clouds pulled down
let a smile through, bring back this life.

mother Nature has claimed again.
this storm misfired;
stable world gone awry
mountain Sunken into valleys,
lakes turn to fields,
rivers slow their pace
to see the sky darken up.
today the Night came early for the earth and sky.
welts dot the valleys, for mother Nature has missed her mark,
taken one of her own,

pages left blank.
this book will continue and be filled
by those who too, rode the river.
to continue the book of the one whose voice came from the hills.

words will pass margins,
for great lives are carried beyond pages,
life will not be ceased.
memories carry her fire, we carry her fire.

mother Nature cannot extinguish her,
for we each possess and ember in our chest
scattered from her flame.
as we burn, she burns.
we will carry the fire.




miss ya Shannon.

large rooms

create large silences

technology has fragmented 

a family once so strong

let the dog take his nap,

he's seen too much

we are Free

Justin Edmonds: the Black Anthony Pappalardo
no land, due to tar covering the lungs

Day Off

Wu Tang's New Skate Shoe. Don't worry, it's got that vulc sole.

Ryan Miller

Can someone get this kid a Captain Black sponsor? Thanks.

These are some photos from a skate mission on the day of freedom, Memorial Day. Humid, Sunny, Sweat, Rough Ground, Captain Blacks, Free Sandwhiches, Clips; awesome.

It's good to be home.