Max Bittle Photography : New Hampshire Photographer : 618.727.0510

rise early
still dark
get up, go down
water
can’t find the trance
up for good
walk around
think, breath, be

stumbled across this cool project called insight america this morning. basically, it’s a bunch of magnum photographers covering the various aspects of the election.

pretty cool to see the world’s finest photographers working in america and photographing everyday people like us newspaper folks do.

to check out their website click: HERE

this dude fought in the largest naval battle ever. he was just a kid too, years younger than i am now. i can’t even imagine.

he was at the battle where the japanese began to use kamikazes. three planes hit his ship. he lost good friends and it obviously still affects him.

“i’ve got these government issued teeth that aren’t worth a shit.” i cracked up when he said that. he was a quite the character and i really enjoyed my hour or so with him.

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i really tried to be like another photographer this day almost 3 years ago. i had been to an alex webb gallery and been blown away like never before.

thanks for driving u2. i miss you dearly.

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tired physically this day, but my eyes worked better then.

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i miss slugging my pictures with the prefix ci.

it was once attainable through hard work. good people, small place with a wonderful older sibling to take care of it.

it was goal to to slug pictures with ci by the age of 25. ci doesn’t even exist anymore. so sad. the older sibling decided that it couldn’t care for ci anymore. ci is gone. memories still though.

feeling really nostalgic right now. too young to appreciated the special moments back then. let them pass by too fast.

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another still life. another person then. another place. another state of mind.

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i just started to write a poem about places. it sucked and was highlighted, then deleted.

i don’t know.

i’ve moved a ridiculous number of times over the past three years.

each place has its own charm and uniqueness. i love that. a friend (from the place pictured below) told me to make pictures of the places i live, just to have and look at down the road.

looking back at this picture (which is of my friend travis when he came to visit)…..a lot of memories are in that little living room. first time saying goodbye to loved ones, first hard break up, first time truly alone, first time hosting a get together, etc.

it was my first apartment. it now sits in a corner of my heart that hold near and dear. i was so young and grew up fast. it was an experience. a great one. i wouldn’t change a second of it ever.

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i wish i could express how much of my heart and soul is wrapped up in this picture. this picture is me and i am this picture.

i’m not the same person (or picture taker) that i was then. and i hate it. this stuff used to interest me and more importantly i used to see it. i don’t see it anymore and it scares me. maybe too much coffee, i don’t know….too nervous to see the stillness.

i’m just different now and i can’t tell you why. why don’t i see stuff like this? quit trying; start seeing. now. if not now when? i don’t know.

this picture actually ran in the newspaper. i’ve never been more satisfied or more proud of anything else that has ever been printed. that’s the honest truth.

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