More Tarot cards that I shot this weekend. I’m continuing the idea of keeping the aces and tens linked. This time with Max posing for the cups cards.
Yes, that really is beer. Yes he finished it.

Day 286 of 365 days. I haven’t felt the slightest bit creative all day. This was the first day in 286 that I really just couldn’t care less about photography or 365 or anything. I was just completely burnt out. I’ve been working pretty hard on the Tarot Project lately. I’ve finished several new cards.…
It’s been a while since I had someone sit for me to shoot who had never modeled for anyone ever before, so in a lot of ways I looked forward to shooting Stu more than anyone else. I was amazed at how comfortable she was with the whole concept.
I named it 3 after two other pictures that I gave the same name before (despite it being a different model)
Some other shots from my photoshoot with Juri. The model who posed for 2 of Staffs (and did a great job of it). These are some of my favorites.
She chose this pose. Goofy but fun. I like it, but I don’t think that’s what tonfa were designed for.
Liz came over to do her shoot for the Maverick Tarot set, where she is my Page of Swords. Never wanting to waste the opportunity at a good photoshoot with someone so babeliscious, we took a bunch of other shots as well.
Did the KGB have an equivalent of the USO? I really think this has the appeal of an old fashioned pinup shot… you know… accept the whole communist thing.
For the Class with Dave group.
Assignment: "The Street" in B&W – Your portrayal of life on the street. Photos must be black & white.
This is the Craig Street Bum. He is what I can best term, a professional homeless man. In one month, I will have lived in Pittsburgh for 15 years. For this entire time, this man has been stationed on Craig Street between Forbes and Fifth Avenue. He sometimes moves from one side of the street to the other. He is never there at night. But every day, rain or shine, whenever I am on Craig Street he is there, perched on his milk crate, with a cup in front of him begging for change. I have often wondered if he is really homeless or not. Not to be callous, but you’d think after 15 years he’d either be back on his feet or would have died. I don’t very often see people giving him change (I think most passers by are aware that he is simply there every day) but he clearly changes his clothes from time to time, despite having "the homeless look." If you pay close attention you’ll even notice that his Nikes are newer than mine.
Maybe I should give the panhandling thing a try.

Day 262 of 365 days. So I got the letter I had been dreading today. I’ve spent the last couple months interviewing over and over again with one company. Actually, I’ve interviewed with several companies for the last couple months, but I kept getting called back to one. They told me in no uncertain terms…