Showing posts with label disposable camera. Show all posts
Showing posts with label disposable camera. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 29

Thursday, April 17


Happy Weekend to Savannah, and Almost Weekend to all of the non-student population!
A couple of less serious pages from my journal, some friend snapshots from this summer past and a Geertz quote that's been haunting me. Enjoy!

jordan ames
cody wayne
cj hess

The drive to make sense out of experiance, to give it form and order, is evidently as real and as pressing as the more familiar biological needs. And, this being so, it seems unnecessary to continue to interpret symbolic activities -- religion, art, ideology-- as nothing but thinly disguised expressions of something other than what tey seem to be: attempts to provide orientation for an organism which cannot live in a world it is unable to understand.
George Geertz, anthropologist

Tuesday, August 14

disposable cameras, part VI

yeah, georgia was happy to see us after our vacay to fla.


ohh man that beach...
jamesie

Friday, August 3

the return of disposed cameras


Let's start by introducing a little Gnar House action, and maybe get to know a little more about this rare breeed "gnar":

shantz and james, and here we see that gnars like smoking (left) and drinking (right)

ah yes, james with the devil hand, booze, smoke, and fake inside|outside door, these gnars are quite tricky


tucker the fucker, ladies and gentlemen- the sexy face


i think this can be written off as a miss-fire...


and here we have the gnars mysterious powers interacting with the film, or perhaps it was their habitat or large wooden stick, or the gun?


uhm, yes, this is not a Gnar.

this however, is both a miss-fire and a gnar. curiouser and curiouser ... is that a poc mark?

enjoying a festivious night in the common room, there appears to have been large amounts of candy involved as well...

hmmm. they look a little crazed do they not? it must be their toxic lifestyle...


And to wrap up what we have learned about "Gnars":
1. They are not teacup yorkies
2. They enjoy candy, smokes, booze, trickery, and large wooden sticks
and
3. One, if not more of them, has a Hairy Bottom

Thursday, July 19

more more more


puppy sitting at the bed and breakfast.... damn work can be hard...

do you ever see pictures of yourself that completely shatter what you Think you look like?? ponytails no more!

ohhhh james has such a way with depressed puppies, had to twist his arm to keep me company in the king size bed- and the 4 person whirlpool...

this one is ben and he's the cutest and my favoriiiiite


mr.matthew's last night in town at his casa before goin to dc to be a hot shot(coughcough jealous)

william and james lookin blurry and happy


matty poo and bossi baker, talkin books. it looks like it was a heated discussion!


miss moby rocking out


happy matty,
there was wine involved

uncensored chronicles part deux

second half of first roll:

jamesies cutie face!


for the record will and jeremey demanded that i take each of these pictures of them hugging... but where is the shot i thought i had of Christine? damn alcohol makin me forget shit.


will and jeremey


will and jeremey... again
wills face in this one is nearly frightening!


outside hangfire on the phone


walking to unlock my bike in the alley behind the hang fire; god why did i make that face!?


jaime, jenn, james: i want to say they're posing, but the night was just kind of like that. james thought he was a bunny and jaime was being an american gangsta.


jaime & james, stunned by something


me and james' momma... four fish/two people drinkin tea


my sweetness rockin out.... i love that room & all the surfboards


and to wrap it up, this picture is our first dunk in the ocean after driving for hours to get to st.augustine and the first time i wore my new swimsuit: that top was not meant for actual swimming, it becomes a sail in the waves! james, me, and his sister brie