We have met the Enemy

i have some great pics to post. i wasn't going to fuck with this political bullshit, but i'm so seething right now about the trumped up pony blow attack on John Kerry. these fuckers just don't care. decorated war hero, not good enough, victim of a pernicious disease, too f'n bad, 'cause we know no bounds. we will gut you while you bleed and scream.

well, i'm not going to go on about it all day. i'm not a writer, that is, it takes too much effort for my tiny brain. i think Billmon sums it up nicely.

If there is one, single, overriding reason why I despise Karl Rove and his masters, it's because of the way they expropriated 9/11 and the social solidarity it created and used them for the basest, sleaziest partisan ends. Likewise the invasion of Iraq -- back in the giddy days of "Mission Accomplished." There is no greater proof of the moral bankruptcy of the Republican machine and the Rovian style of politics.

ps: get bent McCain.


Morning Glory

i rarely reshoot anything because the first time is the best, it worked or it didn't. after that the magic is gone. but i did reshoot this, thinking the second larger leave should be the one in focus. it was a fine picture too, but in the end i went with the first version. magic counts.

Psycho Kitty

Color Corrected Psycho Kitty

i hate this f'n cat. this is the neighbors cat we call CG, stands for crazy girl. she has a brother named Sneaky, his real name. CG and Sneaky have made Tai's life a living hell. Steve has kicked both their asses about a 110 times, but they are crazy and keep coming back. they both have attacked and drawn blood, and i'm not talking about the cats.


Green and Red Vine

i don't know what kind of vine this is. luscious flowers though.




i don't think the democrats should start partying yet. Robert Parry agrees, so does Brent Budowski, he's actually kind of shrill. good for him. of course what the president was really saying was WE AREN'T LEAVING, ever.



i posted this pic the day after hunter shot him self in the head. i remember relating how the mutherfucker stole the idea in this picture which i graciously sent him a copy of because i was such an avid fan. but then i took the anecdote down. because i didn't know hunter, except by his writing. i do know after i sent this picture he had a show in colorado of a series of photographs which were strangely reminiscent, except they had ralph steadman inkblots all splattered about them. 'The Jokes Over'. good artists copy, great artists steal. i'm not making an accusation, just say'n.

freinds of mine debate with me whether hunter shot himself because of the election in 04. ralph intimates he always meant to do it. i know how i felt that following week, i was not surprised.

the guy in the mag in my pic is Elliot Abrams.

the other guy, and i was surprised about this, is Arthur Liman. i was hoping to see him in action again.

Life is not fair. Life sucks, then you die.


Apocalypse Now

i've mostly wanted this to be a blog about my pictures, which it will continue to be, assuming i can figure out a direction, and a way to accomplish my vision. which at present i lack. it's true, i'm a lot like bush. you wouldn't want me for president.

but it's probably clear from captions to previous posts that i'm politically aware, if not biased. although i'm not sure bias applies when when you are sick to your core, and just railing against the machine in anyway you can.

america, finally seemed to wake up a bit after katrina. at least katrina whopped her up side the head real good and made her take a good look at what the fuckwitted president was really like. a shallow, spoiled, man child, way out of his depth when real, and immediate crisis struck.

mostly that seems to be forgotten at this point, to tell the truth i rarely think of it. it's not just a disaster in iraq, we've a disaster in our own back yard, and yet this ill conceived war we we were lied into has subsumed everything. well, here's a little story about a photographer doing his job and not quite being able to cope. via DK reader at TPM

Katrina has become a post-apocalyptic American nightmare for those living in the disaster zone, or dying there, or neither living nor dying but stumbling through the carnage like zombies.
The personal toll on those covering the storm and its aftermath has been too little documented. The Times-Pic, whose main office was flooded in the storm, forcing its temporary evacuation, has faced challenges that no modern American newspaper has ever endured. A few weeks ago, one its photographers attempted suicide by cop. Fortunately for all involved, he was well-known and respected by the police, and they showed a level of restraint that was heroic, even as he tried to provoke them into killing him by using his car as a weapon.

heckuva a job, heckuva a job. check out guitar george, he knows all the chords...

link to the original article by Chris Rose.


Dith's Fish Part 2

Eli says i'm confusing dith with gordo. but i think this may well be a fish dith caught. it is at least a fish he posted at eschaton one day. look at the freak'n thing. this is an alligator gar. i've caught 4 or 5 foot gars before. pain in the ass more than anything, can't eat them. trash fish.

in case it is dith i blocked out the face to protect his anonymity. if you were to see it and wanted me to remove it i would dith. if john baldessari were to see it, well, i could use a job.


Steve Staring

intently at something, or vacantly into space. you decide, you're the decider

Nature Man Woman

this is a pretty old picture. i think i made it in color 1. not really sure what it means, if anything. i really liked that womans work in the art book in back, unfortunately i can't remember her name. i have a new digital camera, can shoot for free (well, nothing is free) just can't figure out what to shoot. so more cats, while i figure out the 10 bazillion functions on this contraption, that i don't need.


Dith's Fish

somewhere in this computer i have a picture of who i presume is dith, with biggest bloody gar i've ever seen. so, at least we know he can do something. i may post that too, if i can find it.

i may be spending too much time at eschaton.



these flowers are off of a 15 foot bush. a bush which i have cut down below ground, twice. i even poured bleach on it. can't kill it. which is fine, it really is pretty but the thorns hurt like hell.


Tai aka "you little idjit"

i almost forgot tai. she's actually very intelligent. steve's little sister, weighs 9 pounds vs. his 22. i call her the brains of the operation. black cats are very difficult to photograph, this is actually an old photo copied with the new digital camera, another thing i like about digital.

Black and White Digital Steve

one thing i do like about digital is the way it records movement. one thing. oh, and you don't have to buy film or deal with messy chemicals. hell the camera even has a setting for selenium toning. well, they call it purple.



I Taste GOP

they don't call me Bubba for nuth'n.

i don't know if the democrats can do it, they haven't earned it. how the fuck could you be proud of winning an election on the heels of a GOP sex scandal, by voters who Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

i'm fuck'n disgusted, some of that's personal. but really, could anyone with a conscience say they are proud to be an american? not me, i'm sick to my core about what this country has become.

TORTURE, is not an American Value.


Bubba aka Steve

leave me alone.

i'm try'n to nap, and i don't care about your stupid ass camera.


flowers are like sex. but not so scandalous.


I'm Sorry

sorry indeed. too little, too late, fat boy. (no offense to fat people, i'm a dumb, ugly bastard. i can't help it if denny got a triple whammy).

what did he know, and when did he know it? why am i think'n of sargent shultz? "I don't know nuthinK, NuthinK..."

good luck with that fat boy, keep on 'splainin until Novemeber.

i'll only add that if the american people vote for these sick bastards again, they get what they deserve. the rest of us will just be screwed. while the congressional page scandal may be exciting, and broadcasters get to utter words like "lurid" it's really the least of the damage these hypocrites have wrought...


Miller Time

ok, someone stole the great name for my blog, and they even stole part 2. so, my new address is, shit i already forgot. no surprise there. fuckit, hell, i don't give a damn, it's Miller Time.

oh, and mark foley is gay, and an alcoholic, and a victim, it's all so horrible. the GOP, they really fucked the dog on this one didn't they?