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downpour © Laura Kicey

Chinese New Year this year was filling and fulfilling. Dim Sum. Pork Buns. Baby Bok Choy. Joy. Joy. Oh yeah, the photowalk action was good too. A lot of sad people looking at the rainy sky and exploding veg. And firecracker shrapnel in my ass.


heart of gold © Laura Kicey

Another visit to the asbestos factory in my town with Dustin took me to some previously unexplored areas. Though rotten wooden floors and my own gnawing anxiety prevented unfettered access.


quarrying © Laura Kicey

The day was capped with an unexpected break into a nearby quarry.... to which I came dressed to shoot in a nice, clean studio with lights and, y'know, facilities. Down I went. Nightblindness and falling rock are awesome together.


the last pew © Laura Kicey

The weekend wrapped with a show in Philly, Deerfhoof at the Unitarian Church, which could be heard but not seen. The ceiling was colorful. The unkempt fro of the 6'3" someteen-year-old kid in front of me, who came in his plaid pajama pants, was rich and intricate as the strings of noisy pop melodies. The threat of being mauled by the moshing teens I am old enough to have birthed myself, was diffused by the reassuring presence of giant man hands, but sometimes it ain't enough. Am I getting too old or too angry?



utata schwag © Laura Kicey

Lastly, I am having dinner tonight with the intriguing Ms. Audrey Gray (yes it's the right link), an editor at Picture Business magazine (which goes to camera retailers nationally). She wants to interview me for an article on how positive feedback on flickr is positively affecting camera retail and compelling people to upgrade their equipment.

I've also been asked to show at a café in Selinsgrove. Business cards are on the press now... hot and in hand by week's end.

Outta control.