I got married

For most people this isn't news. If you're someone in the far future reading this, if it's somehow survived without any of the social media to give it context: I'm madly in love with this woman, and I'm really glad that she puts up with me. That day, I got up and drove to lawton with two of my best friends in the world, one who was officiating and one who was going to be "best man" even though she wasn't a man. Sophie's aunt and uncle provided a venue for us; they have a lovely house of their own design, and a beautiful garden out back. I said some really sappy, meaningful things that I'd struggled to write the night before, got a little choked up, and she made up her vows on the spot. Tim said some great stuff that I don't remember, and we were pronounced husband and wife. Then there was drinking and mingling, and cake cutting. The whole thing was perfect.

back to ok

So, in September, I went back to OK for a week to get hitched. Can I say how weird it was to be back? Going home is weird, because it's not even home anymore. Home is a moving target of associations, friends, places I sleep, places I go out to, and all the things that are normal. The way I get up in the morning and take the train. The way my shower works. There are ten thousand little things which make up 'home'. Anyway, enough blather. PHOTOS:

first and last chance

Just some random photos from a roll of film that got developed along with the wedding film. All my wedding photos were on film, because at the time I thought my fuji was broken. It made the week much simpler, photographically. As it turns out, a softrelease fixed the fuji, so I'm still shooting with it. I had forgotten how good film looked, with no fucking around with filters and contrast masking and shit. Blacks are _black_, whites are _white_. The tonality I have to work for in digital is just there already. I suppose my recent return to B&W was presaged by this work; it was definitely influenced by it. I have to thank "Hornbeck":http://johnhornbeck.com/, too, because seeing his work on instagram and FB his work was a kick in the ass, a reminder that black and white could be great, and color was just a pretension. I realized I needed to stop fucking around. I need to make pictures.

home of the a's

This was the home opener. Somehow, I find myself at a baseball game about once every other year. I like the idea of baseball, and the games are fun to go to, but I can't get into watching them on TV. It's just a rare treat. I think this was like May-ish; the film stuff is all out of order, and this roll didn't get developed with the rest.