Well, this is the 371st post, and probably the last here on blogger. It's been a good run; with this and other blogs, I've been using blogger for going on five years (ha ha), but now they're stopping ftp uploading, and while I understand that, it's something I need, or at least that I really want. for the time being, I'll be posting at photomattmills.tumblr.com, and in the long term I'll be trying to extract the posts from this blog and put up something here that is more or less a redesigned and better Five Years. We'll see.

ICEPOCALYPSE

Yes, I'm annoyed by my own title.. but I do it because I know so many of you will also be frowning, and that makes me laugh.

So I went for a walk, down to Grant's house to make coffee, and he had some interesting news which I'm not sure I can share yet, not the big Ruby news, but something else really cool for him personally. All I can say is damn.

Just another wanderer. "I'll be all right, as long as I have some traction," he told me.

This was rush hour, on 23rd street... never seen it this dead at that hour.

And yeah, there was all this white stuff on the ground. god's cocaine party. Mostly sleet, though, not the fine white powder all kids and skiers love. Blowing wind, sleet in my face, and there I was, taking pictures. It's a 15 minute walk that took me about 20 due to detours.



I do love these lights.

Good coffee at Grant's, Then I walked to dinner at Mcnellie's. I kept drinking after dinner, getting drunk and thinking about hard math problems in my head. I always know I've had a long day at the computer when I'm thinking about math, drunk. (was it three or four pints? I was only there an hour and a half, must have been three). Yeah, Snow and Ice and everything nice. I'm going back to bed.

A typical sunday night...

As usual, these are a week delayed, so from 8 days ago. Sundays up at classics are pretty excellent though. More (and less blurry) pics from this last sunday coming soon, I promise. I just realized that none of these are in classics, which is just where we start, after all, not always where we finish.


Boring club in Bricktown.

Exciting moment in the boring club in bricktown.

Random encounter outside the club.

I love Winogrand

From American Suburb X:

Interviewer: If you don't like "street photographer," how do you respond to that other ætiresome phrase', "snapshot aesthetic"?

Winogrand: I knew that was coming. That's another stupidity. The people who use the term don't even know the meaning. They use it to refer to photographs they believe are loosely organized, or casually made, whatever you want to call it. Whatever terms you like. The fact is, when they're talking about snapshots they're talking about the family album picture, which is one of the most precisely made photographs. Everybody's fifteen feet away and smiling. The sun is over the viewer's shoulder. That's when the picture is taken, always. It's one of the most carefully made photographs that ever happened. People are just dumb. They misunderstand.

You should read the whole thing.

One Long Saturday

Last saturday was a very long, very good day... it had phases, I did things. I walked the dog with Damaris, then hung out with her and Grant and some other kids for sdinner and drunken fry, and then down to makers and bricktown for fog and fun. Makers is where god would hang out, if he was looking for a jazz club in this town. And the Fog... yeah, it gets a capitol letter. Good stuff. The fog outside lifted the fog inside, if you will. And if you won't, well, too bad.

New Digs

Bedroom french doors:

Living Room:


Dining Room:


Kitchen:


The View:

Since I can't sleep

I'm gonna post some photos. Two wednesdays ago, I found myself at hooters. No, really. Talk about the ass-end of the restaurant business... I'm told the girls that wait there at least make a lot of money. Good for them, now they just need to work on the food. (These girls, for those of you that don't know them, aren't hooters girls, just friends). Then I went to the new Blue Note. It was weird times 20. Times 10^100. Maybe not that weird; there were no green monsters or invading Persians. Not even any mild-mannered persians. But weird. And cleaner. Anyway, photos: