the imparting or interchange of thoughts, opinions, or information by speech, writing, or signs.
  • to or too = 2
  • for = 4
  • you = u
  • your/you're = ur
  • are = r
  • be = b
  • be right back = brb
  • talk to you later = ttyl
  • nothing much = nm
  • just chillin = jc
  • never mind = nvm
  • right = ryt/ rite/ ri
  • probably = prbly/ prob
  • ta ta for now = ttfn
  • back to homework = bthw
  • what = wat/ wut/ ?
  • just wondering= jw
  • just kidding = jk
  • what the fuck = wtf
  • oh my god = OMG
  • laughing out loud = lol
  • great = gr8
  • love = lv

I grew up on a commune in the Southwest. My phone line was shared by three other homes, none of them being my best friend's. Shana lived a mile up the mountain from me. She lived with her parents and brothers in a one room adobe home without electricity, running water, personal space, or a phone. If I wanted to see what she was up to I would hike a mile and see.
And to this day, there is no cell phone service.


MAC Group Shoot (part two)

My first year of high school was spent in a big California public high school, the kind of schools they make movies about.

I remember one night, my new friend and I quietly made it back into her house as the clock turned midnight thirty. We changed out of our Friday night party gear and sat on the couch amongst the covers recapping the evening we had together. Our stories were cut short by a ping on the window in the other room, her bedroom. A boy from the party was there. She tried to tell him to go away, that we were doing our own thing, that she didn't want him to wake her parents. He kept at it, he wanted in. She gave up, rolled her eyes at the inconvenient situation, and he walked around to the front door. On her way to the door, she asked me with a bit of hope and of genuine hospitality if I "wanted him". My answer was quick "no thanks". She quietly opened the door and guided him back to her room.


MAC Group Shoot

When I was this small, I trusted a girl to hold the bathroom door closed for me while I peed to the side of my leotard as my hippie mother taught me to do. The girl opened the door mid stream, laughed at me, and then ran from her door duties to go tell the rest of the class that I peed my pants. Oh, to be young again.
Big thanks to Marcy, Bill at the MAC group, Joe Lavine, Ingrid, and Jeanne for making this shoot happen. Medium thanks to Mary and Forest for your help, food, and entertainment. Small thanks to myself for finding the light and bringing the 600R.


Cinematic Lighting Class with Bruce Dorn

I found a stillness, just for a moment, a bond with time. For once, there was just me, just me, in my thoughts, just me. I closed my eyes and drifted off. The stale bar anchored me in place. The voices of the morning deliveries slowly faded. My hand was firm around the smooth glass as the light pushed me further into my denial. Her offerings of another fix of solitude renewed the worlds existence.  I was back and the moment was over.  I confirmed with the lady, I would indeed have another.
Bruce Dorn came to RMSP to teach me a Professional Studies class. It was so nice to be a student again. I loved fighting the students for shooting space and accidentally defending my photos in critique. I made all the mistakes I said I wouldn't. It goes to show that acting like a dumbass is just part of how it goes. I had a great time and learned lots, so thank you Bruce! And, thanks Jeanne for letting me take the class. 

a clip from my class with Bruce Dorn from Athena Lonsdale on Vimeo.