to prove it

as many house of m followers know by now, i spend the occassional weekend helping the dad run his nostalgia dragster. and while at the time, in that moment of sweating to death in sacto, or feeling filthy by 9 a.m. in bako, i feel like the weekend will never end--after it all, i more often than not look back at these times and recall some pretty great moments. some of which i try valiantly to capture in photo form, though to be honest, most of the time not that successfully. alas, i shall probably never be as great as this mark at capturing both the loud and the quiet of these sort of events, i'm still content in knowing that such images always bring back to me succinct memories in but a glance.

a few from the latest round in sacto.