Item: A 3D Printed rabbit, different locations, different exposure lengths, different light conditions.

Fall atmosphere photos for photojournalism class: taken in winter. Adjusting the white balance and length of exposure brought out a more vibrant green in the grass in the first and fourth photos. The last one showed the grass as it really was. There wasn't much haze this particular morning. Perhaps if I get up  earlier another day, I will be able to capture it before it slips away.

Bicycle Joe is always moving, always fidgeting or bouncing around. The fact of the matter is, he simply has a shorter wavelength, a higher frequency than the rest of us. Either that, or he is high on speed. Whatever the case, I took about fifteen pictures of the guy, not one came out focused. So I took some videos of him. He has a lot of wisdom to offer us. He has a lot to say about aliens, among other things.

Threepenny Mercantile is the most quaint vintage clothing store I have ever beheld. Michael Hays runs the cash register from time to time. He can bend his fingers back.

Super Squirrel is a man of great mystery and wonder. He has often been abused and mistreated by society, but he keeps on keeping on. He wants to turn the police station into a taco shop. He wants to join the mafia. He used to live in a Mexican restaurant. All Squirrel wants is a home, and a beautiful wife. He is self described as a good lover. And he told me, "If I die in a concentration camp, I will punch God in the fucking face". I can't help but respect such conviction.

Spencer McCabe takes photographs in the fog. Let your curious eye cut through the unknown.

"For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully, just as I have been fully known".  - 1 Corinthians 13:12

I thought it was dead. It was not.

I found this to be rather Fincheresque, or at least that is what I was aiming for. I believe, even the most mundane of things can be reminiscent of other dimensions.

I threw it into the air with passion, but alas, it is difficult to focus in on a falling object.

Perhaps the most mystical place in all of Central Point. The brick wall with the art on it is where I shot part of my first short film, "Drifter".

What does Tanner see in the reflected image? That we will never know. Perhaps he is lost in another world, if only momentarily. Maybe he is picking up some groovadacious vibes.

Do you see this desk? Look harder. If you look hard enough, you may find yourself drifting into another dimension. Remember: life is, after all, nothing more than a mystical excursion in the dark, and that's perfectly alright.

This man, is one of great virtue and integrity. His name is Matthew Figurate, and he is a very talented young actor. This picture was taken after a long day of shooting part of my short film, "Drifter". Matthew's character, a homeless young person, purchased the can of soup you now see in his hands, and Matt proudly shows it off, as he will be taking it home and eating it later that day.

Here I am, Zachary Sutton, all scruffy and confused, wearing my Native American style cowboy shirt. My photojournalism and German teacher, Frau Lavick, can be seen to my right, and she appears to be eating some sort of invisible sandwich. The individual to my left, in the process of face-palming, is an upstanding citizen by the name of Tanner Smith. That fellow is always keeping it real, and he deserves the utmost respect for his ongoing pursuit of truth, justice and the American way.

This is my father, Matthew Sutton. He is a great man, and an attorney. He is judging you. Look at him.