Our own tastes…

March 31, 2010

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photography by shane deruise, raleigh, nc


In preperation for summer…

March 30, 2010

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shane deruise

photography by shane deruise

busted the grill out last night to test for this weekend… supposed to be in the ’80s…

hopefully good times…


The wastes of a man…

March 28, 2010

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photography by shane deruise

photos from lee’s 30th birthday coming soon…

keep in mind i have books for sale: purchase books

thanks to cold blowup boxing i am deathly ill… but much fun none-the-less…


Yellow beach tastes…

March 26, 2010

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photography by shane deruise

photographers that walk around with there cameras around their necks make me laugh…

off for adventures this weekend with a lovely lady…


Just another coincidence, I am sure…

March 25, 2010

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shane deruise

photography by shane deruise

i have been questioning myself recently… am i a good person, am i producing the work i want to be producing, did i waste my time becoming a photographer… will i be a good father…

“My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the
woods,
No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,
I have no chair, no church, no philosophy,
I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,
But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
My left hand hooking you round the waist,
My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public
road.

Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.”


the late great death of winter…

March 23, 2010

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shane deruise

photography by shane deruise

dinner, and friends, good times hanging with guy and family, and it was good to see greg, since he has been away forever… i am loving beerbee!


Overstated…

March 19, 2010

shane deruise

photography by shane deruise

shot a couple weeks ago… been run down as of late, stressed…

“The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab
and my loitering.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yaws over the roofs of the world.

The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d
wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.”