Oh goodness. I upload a single photo from Norwich, get distracted, and suddenly I have new sets to display as well. Which includes an as of yet unscanned pile from Kings Park Psychiatric, more of the 'Wich, and as of yet undeveloped (pun intended?) Belchertown State School.

So, plenty more to come. Provided I don't get distracted.

Currently in the process of dealing with digital and film from Norwich State Hospital and Seaside Sanatorium.

All I really have to say is there are few better things to do on a Monday morning than smoke on the roof of an actively secure facility, and end the day standing in the edge of the ocean with cold pizza waiting in the car. And smoking again.

Norwich is not exactly a one trick pony, so expect more.

New batch of photos coming up. All Pleasure Beach. And this is the most you're going to get out of me tonight; I'm exhausted.

Y'alls might have noticed I've been uploading shots from a place called Pleasure Beach. Yeah, that's about all I have at the moment. I'm still without scanner (film or otherwise) so a lot of my darkroom photos just aren't going to be on the internet any time soon. Bummer, right? In the meantime I guess you'll be seeing a lot of digital/colour film.

Possible upcoming projects? I'd like to get into some fetish stuff, both modeling and photographing. We'll see.

Also, it's worth mentioning that there was a fire at Pleasure Beach not more than a few days after I was last there. The guy they caught and are charging with arson apparently got totz high on pot, climbed one of the radio towers, and was tossing the airplane signal lights down before setting the fire. I'd like to shake that man's hand.

So. I get home from the hell semester to find my scanner is on the fritz. After I was all geared up to digitally archive my work that didn't get printed. My handcut negative strips are one exposure too long to fit in the negative adapter, the ones I did manage to scan are brown (thought I was shooting black and white? Even so, the negatives are purple!), and the whole damn thing looks like it's covered in some kind of cyanobacteria. I've been scrubbing the glass for the past 24 hours, on the hour, and it keeps coming back.

Fuck you, scanner, in the immortal words of my roommate. Fuck you.

So maybe, someday, you'll find out just what I captured in that abandoned power plant, just me and my roommate and the wolf in the rafters and a number of construction workers taping things up. MAYBE