new photography page

if anyone out there is on myspace, please add the new photography page i just created. www.myspace.com/marcusbaneyphotography. thank you!!

Justin Kryszan

some promo shots for a neat dude named justin kryszan i did recently. check out his music at www.myspace.com/geeijoseph.

Photographic Dictionary [K]

[K] is for Killer.

kill⋅er  [kil-er] – adjective Slang.

1.Slang. something or someone having a formidable impact, devastating effect, etc.: The math test was a real killer.
2.severe; powerful: a killer cold.
3.very difficult or demanding: a killer chess tournament.
4.highly effective; superior: a killer recipe for fried chicken.

The Juggalog

So, through a very strange series of events, which I won't delve into here, one of my best friends is selling t-shirts for a band called (hed) P.E. on their current tour. That tour, just so happens to be with the band ICP. Yes, my friend Dustin is on tour with ICP. If you're anything like me, you are completely intrigued by this "juggalo" subculture, as is Dustin. Therefore, in an effort to decipher this way of life, Dustin has created a blog where he will be recording all of his thoughts, notes, observations, research, and findings into what exactly comprises this way of life. And it's going to be incredible. Check out his blog here. That is all.

Photographic Dictionary [J]

[J] is for Jazz.

jazz  [jaz] – noun

1.music originating in New Orleans around the beginning of the 20th century and subsequently developing through various increasingly complex styles, generally marked by intricate, propulsive rhythms, polyphonic ensemble playing, improvisatory, virtuosic solos, melodic freedom, and a harmonic idiom ranging from simple diatonicism through chromaticism to atonality.

yes, i know, this photo is pretty noisy. i like it that way. it makes me feel like it's a real print. remember those?!

Vanessa Voss Promo's

Some promotional shots I did recently for my friend Vanessa Voss. Check her music out. Dig it.

first senior pictures shoot

these are my favorite two from my first ever shoot for senior portraits. check it.

A Dialogue

Tonight I had a few moments to ponder my financial situation. A few too many moments as a matter of fact. And I started stressing. So I decided to sit and write a song, and the lyrics ended up coming out more as a plea to God. This is how it started:

In the shadows the still of the night
Is calling you home.
I still remember them burning so bright
As if to say, "you're not alone."

We are the fallen of men.
Goodnight.

The "them" I was referring to as burning was the oil lamps the Hebrews lit that burned all night on just a little bit of oil in the old testament. For reference.

Then I needed to write a chorus. It turned out that God wrote it for me. To me.

"But I won't leave your side.
I'll carry you home.
See how the stars always shine?"

I sung it a few times and then cried for a while. Sometimes the beauty and power of God in my life is just so overwhelming. It just completely dwarfs everything that could possibly bring me down.

"Do not fear the troubles of this world, for I have overcome the world, and everything in it."

- Jesus - John 16:33

I think I need to cry some more. Beautiful moments have a tendancy to do that to you. I also think I'm going to finish the rest of this song tomorrow. Too much for one evening.

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Photographic Dictionary [I]

[I] is for Idea.

i⋅de⋅a  [ahy-dee-uh, ahy-deeuh] – noun

1. any conception existing in the mind as a result of mental understanding, awareness, or activity.
2. a thought, conception, or notion:
3. an impression:
4. an opinion, view, or belief:

red eye

Some nights sleep just avoids me. Like he just skirts around the entire neighborhood. So he's close enough that I know he's nearby, but not close enough for me to be able to do anything with.

I'm thinking tonight. A lot. I have these nights every so often. Where I just lie awake and can't sleep, mind racing a million miles an hour. They happen pretty rarely, so I try not to complain too much when they come around. I've just got so many things spinning around upstairs right now. And there's not really anything I can do with them right now. There's nothing to sort out at the moment. And yet my brain is trying to anyway.

Ideas for the future. Ideas for possibilities. Ideas for possibilities for the future. Or the present. Or whatever semblance of a present and future I can even have at the moment given everything that's currently going on. I don't even know. I'm just racing in circles right now. Not getting anywhere. And it's not that I have anxiety about it. I don't. I just like where things are right now. I like all of the possibilities that things in my life have the chance to become. It's exciting.

I'm seeing so many dreams I've had for so long turning into realities (or at least the tangible possibility to become reality, which is more than I've been able to say for a long time). Music and photography. The only two things of this world I've ever given really given two shits about. And I feel like they both have a good chance of becoming jobs for me at this point. Those aren't jobs!! Are you kidding me?!? Talk about the luckiest boy on earth!! Jobs are boring and stupid. You're not supposed to care about jobs!! And yet these two things that I love so much actually have the potential to provide monetary income in the near future. NUTS!

Of course they're not right now. If only. And who knows. Maybe things won't work out and I'll never end up making money from either of them. God has a funny way of working things out sometimes. I don't know what he's up to yet. All I know is that despite the fact that I have no source of income right now, I have not felt this alive and passionate and free in I don't even know how long. It's like god knew exactly what I needed was a shove out the door so I could stop making excuses about not following my dreams, and just follow them. And so I'm doing it. Sans money. Which is crazy. And I have never been less worried in my entire life.

God is crazy. Crazy good. And I know he'll provide for me. Lord knows I don't need a whole lot to live off of. 70% of the worlds population make and live off of less than $2 American per day. Half of that (roughly 1/3) live off of less than $1 American per day. If they can manage, so can I. I'd rather starve to death spending my time doing the things I love than be loaded and hating everything about my life. And I can do that at this point in my life. I have no dependants. And I'm not planning on getting any anytime soon. And by anytime soon I mean ever. I'm on the single for life plan. Big time.

So in the end of all my ranting and raving I just want to say this: God is good. Real good. And I'm really glad he's got me where he does right now. Love you daddy.

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paper hearts

miles of distance.
years of discourse.

and this is the song we sing.

hearts too fragile tear all too easily.

tonight i shall continue to sing this same song.
the one i've found myself singing over and over again.

and every time it graces my lips, i'm already tired of it's tune.
tonight is no different.
these lyrics have grown stale, stagnant.
and yet they continue to describe me.
to so accurately portray my story.

what does that say about me?
how stale have i become?

this state begs a deeper inspection.
shall i step inside myself again?
will i be disgusted with what i find?

time continues to wear it's crooked graces across my weathered soul.

this separation bears witness to my decay.

and so we continue to sing this song and dance this dance.

let my lips not grow weary, dear provider.
rather, let me see these notes and bars in a new way.
a way in which i see them for how you composed them,
rather than for the song they currently sing.

so shall i continue.

repose.

tell me

just how the fuck are you supposed to forget someone when they continually invade your dreams? any idea's? ah pain. my arch nemesis and oldest friend. welcome back home. fuck my life.

exciting things

trip to indianapolis is in the bag. i am now sitting back at DIA after being home for a few hours, ready to jet set to nashville for what i hope will be a fantastic weekend. things are shaping up nicely. god, i don't know how you work things out the way you do sometimes, but you are awesome. i should know within a week where things in life are headed. nuts.