6.02.2009

Steady Slacking

Updates Coming soon....

- Technical Difficulties

5.21.2009

hands behind the back

on a solo trail
your neck muscles haven't been
functioning as they once did
laces untied, mumbles fall to the floor.

nervous hands fumble with directions.
shoes that have roamed up and
down the east coast.
no destination, no time frame.
a deadline can't become
the hostage.

she said the sky was yellow,
I could hear her nervous
eyes looking for an answer,
something to get away.

vacant fields hold treasures
for minds at ease,
I've been sifting and sifting,
yet to see the horizon of the human mind.

east meet west,
sky meets road.
shoe laces drag,
but I've got somewhere to go.

5.04.2009

order up!

images my eyes hav...
By Taylor Thomas Gall...


I've been slacking for a minute, but that is due to this piece of work. This book is the final project for my photography one course at Rowan. 158 pages of things I have seen over the last two years. The whole experience of making a book can be chalked up next to learning to stand on a skateboard, developing film for the first time, and getting into higher education. To hold a piece of work that spans two years and is your own gives off such a rewarding feeling. Enjoy!

5.01.2009

ISO 3000


Taken with Polaroid 230 Land Camera.

4.28.2009

Philly to NYC


World Series Aftermath



First Unheard message: Luke


Iris


Tompkin's Square: Katie & Christine


Bulldog Ninja: Devin, Halloween '08


-Just a few shots from a roll of slide film I took throughout the fall, just got to scanning them now. Really pleased with how these turned out, minus my unsteady hand.

4.26.2009

4.21.2009

Circumstances of a new Breed

a blue draft
has entered my room,
i slept with socks to keep
from running through the sheets.

the whirls of the wind
wound, and i could not see.
it asked if i believed in a ghost,

i suppose some things are possible

_

this crisp ghost of thin
skin has come from canals
I've never known.
challenges, triumphs, warmth.
it is what has been sought.

time has run out, still working
still tinkering.
you don't have to enter the sea on your
own with the sea legs you've won.

stay in these sheets with the
socks on your toes,
i can't stand in this insight alone

sirens of 6:30: the blinds
of my mind wiggle open
to see that the insight is
just a breath of fresh air.

_lowt