Hey everyone!

I hope you all had a good holiday! Things haven't been bad here, but I've been busy with work. I haven't had a chance to shoot much, and the stuff I've shot has been related to weddings and such. I might post some of those, but I'm not sure.

I'll be back soon once work winds down.

I'm still amazed by the progress of technology, yet disturbed by its limitations.

Robotics can take us so far with the articulation of joints and the fine movements of fingers. While amazing to view, those articulations remain more robotic than lifelike.

We now see fine motor skills being used to obtain a lifelike human mouth. No matter how hard they try, plastic still shows how obviously inferior it is to human skin. The jerky movements of every servo show how imperfect our understanding of the emulation of human movement is limited.

We strive to perfect the imitation of something that is truly imperfect.

The Pens are on a roll.

Three games of almost total domination against the Hurricanes.

Game seven against Washington was surreal. 6-2? Holy crap!!!!!!

I have officially adopted Bill Guerin as my new dad.

LETS GO PENS!!!!!!!!

Who would've thought that a team with the TOUGHEST schedule in NFL history, would come out of it at 12-4 to eventually WIN the Super Bowl?

Willie Parker had a 72 yard touchdown run in Super Bowl XL... the longest run from scrimmage since Marcus Allen's Super Bowl appearance with the Raiders.

And now, an undrafted, undersized and under-rated linebacker named James Harrison would return an interception for 100 yards and a touchdown at the end of the half to set another Superbowl record.

The Cardinals, in a hole at the end of the second half, blew by the best defense in the league to take the lead... and Big Ben fought back.

Ben Roethlisberger and Santonio Holmes would lead the Steelers on a final drive behind a revitalized and under-rated offensive line to regain the lead, and ultimately win Super Bowl XLIII.

The mighty Steelers "D" squashed the Cradinals chances with a turnover to end the game.

What. A. Game.

Here's to the six time Super Bowl champion PITTSBURGH STEELERS!!!!

The Turnpike in PA is one of the most helpless roads in the world. Jersey barriers line the center, telling you that you can't turn around without going to the next exit. Those exits appear few and far apart.

The center line is broken and in a shade of salty white. Traveling at 70mph makes it look almost solid. Snowflakes fly around the car like it's the Millennium Falcon at warp speed. I try not to get lost in this odd visual spectacle, just in case the typical rogue speeding car should appear within crashing distance.

My favorite song blares through the stereo. I think I'm the last person on Earth who still uses a CD player. That CD player has been in 3 different cars.

After a night of pushing televisions around, I get excited about the beer waiting at home for me. Yeah, it is cheap beer, but I know the good stuff. Drinking alone isn't so bad when you like to be alone. It can actually be quite relaxing if done in moderation.

I turn right at the light that takes me into my town. Small towns sleep after 11:00 pm, even though the little gas station stays open for a bit for the weary turnpike drivers who happen to think that a half dead steel town would make a good stop. If you like bowling, shitty motels and Italian bars, I guess this is the place to be.

I have too many keys. I use my neighbor's garage light to find the key marked for my back door. My cat's bells jingle as he hears the key hit the tumblers, and he runs to the door to greet me. He does this faithfully every time I come home.

The door opens, I lay down my jacket, and crack open a cheap canned ale.

You're never poor if you're happy.