♠ Victoria Weeber ♠
North Carolina.
March 2o13.

North Carolina.

March 2o13.

Dustin Krcatovich of FM Dust.
Ypsilanti, Michigan.
Jaunary 2o13.
I got to shoot this charming and absurdly talented bloke in his sweet Ypsilanti studio recently.  Seriously - he’s a graphic designer, real deal DJ, web designer, illustrator and a load o’ laughs.  Check him and all of his biznass out on his newly renovated website, FM DUST.  You won’t be sad you did.  
Also, if you live in the area, you can hear for yourself his DJing skills at The Last Word every Tuesday night from 9:30pm-2:00 in Ann Arbor.  Bring your dancin’ shoes and yer drankin’ mouf (they make crazy good craft cocktails, yo)!

Dustin Krcatovich of FM Dust.

Ypsilanti, Michigan.

Jaunary 2o13.

I got to shoot this charming and absurdly talented bloke in his sweet Ypsilanti studio recently.  Seriously - he’s a graphic designer, real deal DJ, web designer, illustrator and a load o’ laughs.  Check him and all of his biznass out on his newly renovated website, FM DUST.  You won’t be sad you did.  

Also, if you live in the area, you can hear for yourself his DJing skills at The Last Word every Tuesday night from 9:30pm-2:00 in Ann Arbor.  Bring your dancin’ shoes and yer drankin’ mouf (they make crazy good craft cocktails, yo)!

Literature.
Ann Arbor, Michigan.
January 26, 2o13.

The “smooshed orange sectional” I speak of…

Literature.

Ann Arbor, Michigan.

January 26, 2o13.

The “smooshed orange sectional” I speak of…

05:17

Victoria Weeber | SoundsFromTheSectional

Sounds from the Sectional.  After party, January 26, 2o13.

A coincidentally pleasant portion of the Isles of ESP/Anonymous Touch after party recorded while sitting on a smooshed orange sectional in my own little world…my (quiet side’s) favorite way to “party”.

Ypsilanti, Michigan.
Summer 2o12.
Confession:  Every time I see an airplane fly overhead, I bleakly imagine a bomb dropping from it.  

Ypsilanti, Michigan.

Summer 2o12.

Confession:  Every time I see an airplane fly overhead, I bleakly imagine a bomb dropping from it.  

…and two episodes of Mad Men later…
A hand folded & hand inked envelope specially made for a special so & so.  Gold ink really does make everything better.

…and two episodes of Mad Men later…

A hand folded & hand inked envelope specially made for a special so & so.  Gold ink really does make everything better.

Aran Ruth.
Detroit, Michigan.
Summer 2o12.

Aran Ruth.

Detroit, Michigan.

Summer 2o12.

“There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe…”
Applegate Island, Michigan.
July 2o12.

“There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe…”

Applegate Island, Michigan.

July 2o12.

Jim Cherewick.
Ypsilanti, Michigan.
Summer 2o12.
This fella’s displaying his pen’n’ink drawings until the end of the month over at The Ugly Mug.  Enjoy coffee or tea, bagel sammies, tasty pastries and some top notch artwork!
Get a taste of Jim’s style on his tumblr by clicking HERE.

Jim Cherewick.

Ypsilanti, Michigan.

Summer 2o12.

This fella’s displaying his pen’n’ink drawings until the end of the month over at The Ugly Mug.  Enjoy coffee or tea, bagel sammies, tasty pastries and some top notch artwork!

Get a taste of Jim’s style on his tumblr by clicking HERE.

Art.
Applegate Island, Michigan.
July 2o12.

Art.

Applegate Island, Michigan.

July 2o12.

Wally & The Kids.
Grand Lake, Michigan.
July 2o12.
That’s my father surrounded by the children of his nieces and nephews, I’m not sure what that relationship would be called.  All the kids love ‘im.
Yet there’s a certain melancholy to this photo that makes me sad.  Then Clementine’s wink warms up my heartspace.  I guess that’s a little life analogy.  Most things bring ya down, then a little something silly happens to make you remember why you’re still here.
Writing captions in here makes me feel like a total ass.  But I’m trying to organize my thoughts and express myself in a more concise way and I figure this will help.  Why not make my struggles public for everyone to judge as harshly as possible?  Heh heh
I do have mixed feelings on the matter because on one hand, adding a caption makes the picture more personal instead of being another “naked” tumblr photo to be reblogged without any context (not that my photos are heavily reblogged anyway).  But on the other hand, by adding a caption and a little context, it takes away hinders the viewer’s ability to personalize the photograph for themselves, to make their own context and interpretation - which bugs me too.  
We’ll see.

Wally & The Kids.

Grand Lake, Michigan.

July 2o12.

That’s my father surrounded by the children of his nieces and nephews, I’m not sure what that relationship would be called.  All the kids love ‘im.

Yet there’s a certain melancholy to this photo that makes me sad.  Then Clementine’s wink warms up my heartspace.  I guess that’s a little life analogy.  Most things bring ya down, then a little something silly happens to make you remember why you’re still here.

Writing captions in here makes me feel like a total ass.  But I’m trying to organize my thoughts and express myself in a more concise way and I figure this will help.  Why not make my struggles public for everyone to judge as harshly as possible?  Heh heh

I do have mixed feelings on the matter because on one hand, adding a caption makes the picture more personal instead of being another “naked” tumblr photo to be reblogged without any context (not that my photos are heavily reblogged anyway).  But on the other hand, by adding a caption and a little context, it takes away hinders the viewer’s ability to personalize the photograph for themselves, to make their own context and interpretation - which bugs me too.  

We’ll see.

Dishwasher’s Pointe.
Applegate Island, Michigan.
July 2o12.
Like cracking open a bottle of dandelion wine.  
I love getting a roll of film back flooded with glowing sunlight in this dreary Fall weather, it reminds me to stay away from The Nothing.  
Happy days will come again.

Dishwasher’s Pointe.

Applegate Island, Michigan.

July 2o12.

Like cracking open a bottle of dandelion wine.  

I love getting a roll of film back flooded with glowing sunlight in this dreary Fall weather, it reminds me to stay away from The Nothing.  

Happy days will come again.

01:29
Finally!…

processing a few rolls of film.  Photos soon to come guys and gals!

dustier