New Pictures

New photos have been put up at www.trisoliniandsau.com. They are black and white pictures made with a 4x5 camera, meaning the film is the size of an adolescent's paw.

The Louisiana report will be done soonishly. I just need to get some photographic evidence in the next few days.

-Joey

I was lucky enough to have a long conversation with an older fellow at a restaurant in Corrales, NM after a day of moving rock. He gave me a bit of advice from a buddy of his who had recently died on cancer. The friend had spent a large amount of time assembling a high quality winemaking equipment and had been making it for years. He was finally happy with his process and had everything he needed to make great wine. Yet, he got cancer an old had a short time to live. He told his buddy, the fellow I met, to never finish anything, ever. I am alright with that, I think. In that thought, here are some finished pieces. love. stephen.




a sort of theme here...
1) rough of a cosmonaut, CCCP... taken from a photo seconds before the craft burned up in the atmosphere.
2) Mr. John Glenn. 1962.

If you could move the plane 7 inches to the right please.

This is part one of a two part uber ridiculous week of events/ blog-worthy moments.

Right now I am spaced out from the 13 hour joyride to Louisiana; a foreshadowing of the up coming blog, which will be posted either after I understand the actual events that occurred within the last 60 hours or I finally digest the "BABY SHRIMP BUSTER"

Whichever comes first.

So the first round of silliness all started when RYGAR (seen pictured here) called me on a Wednesday morning to work with a shoot involving a private jet. I thought it was "SOMEONE" crying about the bailouts, but that was not the case.

Both Ryan and I thought we could squeeze this in a two hour slot between our afternoon and evening classes, but that was obviously not the case.

The case was that two dudes were going to be there with three girls (logistical mathematically) and there was going to be more than enough modes of transportation for them. We're talking a Porsche, a plane (complete with pilot), and four Harley's thanks to the Harley dealer.

Very early on it became clear that the mass amount of "BLING" would and could not fit on a babyass 35mm frame without either a tax evasion lawsuit or 50 cent showing up. And who really wants to pose a man that speaks with mumbles and gun shots in EVERY song?

Not I.

The actual photos went well even though the wind was blowing at a seriously obscene velocity. We realized that lights wouldn't be a part of the shindig after seeing how much gale was ripping through the airport, and thankfully the clouds were nice enough to give us a variation of a few conditions.



"So can we get the plane a little over to the left?"



Wiping with a hundred dollar bill is NOT as good as toilet paper. :(



Extra gem 50 cent "EATING" a gun. Sorry it is small.

13 quarters.

this was a gift... free hand, sharpie .05mm on wood. It basically shows the lifecycle... nice for a dreary day such as today. stephen.

Holes.

Being armed with a shovel a majority of my waking hours has made me behind in the creation of art. Also this fellow (I believe with all positivity) stole my computer and zip drive so digital art is gone until further notice. If you know his whereabouts let me know I would like to talk to him about something. love. stephen.

P.S. I was hoping to have some pictures of a recent backpacking excursion to "El Malpais" but in the first mile of the hike my excited yet fumbly fingers dropped the camera. We did complete the Zuni Acoma Trail and spelunk junction cave.





Bear faze I suppose.
1) late night, sharpie. came out a bit more violent than anticipated. added shotgun later as a sort of halo. it really lacks that effect now that I look at it.
2) Sister's bday card.

Bottle Rockets Pissing Energy Drinks and America

1,728 Miles

Look at that number, there. It really doesn’t seem like much when you are trying to plan a road trip but it really becomes a serious number after a few hours in the car with THIS
And MONSTER HEAVY METAL

But more on that later.

So this trip was taken on complete whim, based on some casual flakey promises made sometime around Sunday evening. Which is actually a completely normal thing.

My roommate had a week free from three foot terrorists ( Elementary schoolies ) so he proposed taking his bosses car and driving to Lancaster to see my grandparents.

So we packed up the Passat. It was nice because with flying you cant really lug around a 4x5 mammoth, along with whatever other practical cameras you want to use, but with a car you can really get your nerd on.





We ran into some Lesbians on the road that had a No Ka Oi sticker on their car, which is a straight Hawaiian shout out. We got into some awkward territory with them when we tried to throw some shakas to get their attention and they didn't even look. Then we tried again and they reciprocated. Then we tried to show our licenses in efforts to be loved and not to look like some mainlanders trying to get down, but they didnt even look. To avoid any more awkward situations I decided to just bolt ahead of them.



Oh well.

At Bluewater trading post. (One of my favorite places in the world for THIS reason.)
We ran into this character who was 11 days into a bike ride across America. He started in San Diego, and this was his 3rd time going coast to coast on his bicycle. He introduced himself as cowboy and I asked if he would be down to shoot some photos. He was into it. Too bad the light was so whack.



We bought some illegal fireworks and got back on the road. Probably not the best idea to transport these things across state lines. Especially when agriculture went through our fruit in California which happened to be in the back seat right next to bottle rockets and other explosives. Surprisingly no harshing happened.

I was so lazy when we got to California. I was parked and rather than get out of the car and read the drive thru menu. I took a picture and tried to zoom in on it so see what they had.
evidence of my laziness:



We killed approximately half a billion bugs. Rambo would have grinned at that fact of shear carnage. Bugs would vaporize when hitting the window. It was the closest I have ever been to realizing my one and only dream: the firing of a death ray.



We went pretty fast. *Note: This was before Sau found out driving more than 30 over could get you in serious trouble*



Then you run into clusterfucks and go 30 mph for 10 miles.



We arrived in California with minimal sugar overdoses and Sau got his first taste of Del Taco for the first time in his life in Victorville. He was pretty pumped on it.





The next day we drove to LA to see Max and pick up my mom and sister at LAX after they decided to fly from Hawaii the night before.

Max's Ching-On was having problems starting.





Then back to Lancaster after driving in the madness of merges and freeway loops in LA.







My grandpa is pretty much the smartest old man I think that I have come across. I am pretty sure he is more computer literate that I am and 90 percent of the people I know. He is really into digital photography at 81 years old. Pretty banging.



Then we began the trip back. LOTS of energy drinks and launching of fireworks.





Which meant lots of pulling over to water the lawn.



At one point we realized the car was dragging something on the ground. SHIIIT just what you need right? So we looked under the car and a large chunk of the plastic undercarriage for some reason decided it should break and drag. I looked in the back for a flathead screwdriver but to no avail. So I managed to unscrew the undercarriage with a dime.
after doing so I felt pretty MACHO.