Get on the Bus

When you are Alysha Whitacre and you turn 21, you don't just have a party. You find a pimped out school bus, fill it with booze and haul your friends and family around town. Happy Birthday Alysha.

Turkey Shoot

Turkey Shoot from Angela Wilhelm on Vimeo.

Seagulls

Let me get home on time tonight

There is a train that knows when I'm on my way home from a long day at work. And as soon as the tracks are in sight, and I think I'm in the clear, it turns on those stupid red lights and the other side is so close, yet so, so far away. It does this to make me mad. I know it.

Leaves

I'm wondering when I'm going to walk away from an assignment, start my engine and drive away feeling completely satisfied. I'm only satisfied when I'm looking through the viewfinder. Then as soon as I leave I think of all the things I should have done.



The fairy and the princess wanted the lion's attention and giggled at him, but he was in his own world.



I didn't know why I was drawn to this scene, why it was so interesting. When I finally made the connection, it only broke at my heart for a split second.




This last one is for Noah Scalin. Thanks for signing your book for me today and for inspiring me. Not a half hour after your talk, I found my first skull.(View Noah's project here, please.)

Negativity

I am a flamingo.

Two years ago I met this pigeon who thought my
pink feathers were nice, so he lured me into this
small cage where he kept me as his pet. I tried
to show him that I was more than hot feathers and
long legs, but he didn't need that.

He just wanted something to look at in his free time.

The seasons changed and the pigeon migrated, leaving
me alone, feathers dulled from my days enclosed in
that trap. But I got out. I realized pigeons just
get temporarily distracted by shiny things, while
I get distracted by the things that matter, like my
family. So I flew home, where time took it's time and
my color came back.

These are photos of negatives. Sent all the way to
Kansas to be processed, the film captured tiny squares
of the dullest time of my life. When I noticed a tiny
glimmer of being pulled out of that cage, I took a
picture. Though time has passed, holding that strip
of negatives sucks me back into the very scene they
hold.

I am relieved to never live those days again.
If a time machine was invented and I was paid a
million dollars to go back, I still wouldn't do it!
NEVER!

Every now and then, I think of that pigeon.
When a bird shits on my wind shield.

Clyde vs. St. Mary's

More football. At least it wasn't pouring, like last night...

Tonight I looked down and my monopod was standing in a puddle of spit. Grrrr. Football.