A scene along the side of the road on my drive back from Montana to Washington. I just couldn't get over all of the beautiful scenery.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Day 11
I spent an entire day in Glacier National Park on Sunday, July 8, doing nothing but driving and hiking around. It was awesome. There were fabulous views like this one everywhere I turned. Waterfalls, streams, mountains, trees... spectacular stuff.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Day 10
Day 10 of this photo project was Saturday, 7/7/07. I spent the lucky sevens day driving from Coeur d'Alene, ID, to Glacier National Park in Montana. SOOOO incredible. It was gorgeous. I had an awesome time just sitting on the pebble beach on the edge of the lake staring at the scenery.
Day 9
Ah yes, a photo from the day of the wedding. Lera and AJ were such a great couple. They were fun and friendly, which made my job much more pleasant. It was so easy to tell how much they love each other, which was really refreshing. AND they were up for trying any of my ideas, even in the scorching heat.
I had plenty of great photos to choose from for my day 9 shot, and I'm not saying this one's my favorite, but I do like it. I think it's nice for something a little bit different than your traditional rings shot. Thoughts??
Oh, and by the way, I'm having serious computer problems (as in my computer won't recognize my external hard drive and wouldn't even start this morning) so I'll be in and out of blogging for the next few days until I get it all figured out. But no worries for you wedding people - I have everything backed up elsewhere!
I had plenty of great photos to choose from for my day 9 shot, and I'm not saying this one's my favorite, but I do like it. I think it's nice for something a little bit different than your traditional rings shot. Thoughts??
Oh, and by the way, I'm having serious computer problems (as in my computer won't recognize my external hard drive and wouldn't even start this morning) so I'll be in and out of blogging for the next few days until I get it all figured out. But no worries for you wedding people - I have everything backed up elsewhere!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Day 8
I tagged along and shot a few things while Stacie did her sister's bridal portraits. Stacie is a friend of mine and an awesome photographer, so I was a little intimidated shooting her sis' wedding. I loved this totally unscripted moment though, when the bride crossed her feet to mirror her shoes. Nice!
Day 7
As some of you know, I spent the 4th of July traveling to Spokane, WA, renting a car, and driving to Coeur d'Alene, ID. I went to photograph a wedding on Friday. I got there Wednesday evening and went up to watch the fireworks over the lake at the Coeur d'Alene resort. Pretty place. Anyway, this is Lera and AJ, the couple who got married, watching the fireworks together.
More stories and photos to follow...
More stories and photos to follow...
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Day 6
Well I was originally planning on taking a photo of my neatly-packed suitcase for my Day 6 image, but then I looked out my living room window and saw this. We had another thunderstorm this afternoon, and the sun came out right afterwards. I thought the way the water pooled up on my freshly-stained deck and the way the sun left shadows made for a nice patterned image.
I leave for Idaho, Washington, and Montana tomorrow, so I'll still be taking my photos of day, but they probably won't get posted until I get back next week.
I leave for Idaho, Washington, and Montana tomorrow, so I'll still be taking my photos of day, but they probably won't get posted until I get back next week.
Day 5
A shot with my lensbaby, taken in my cousins' front yard.
This project is harder than I thought. I'm already struggling to find unique things and unique angles and I'm only on the first week. I think it is (so far) successful in one of my aims: it truly is making me look for photos ALL the time. It's hard to find time to just go out and shoot (especially after a long day at work) and this forces me to find new things in my everyday routine.
This project is harder than I thought. I'm already struggling to find unique things and unique angles and I'm only on the first week. I think it is (so far) successful in one of my aims: it truly is making me look for photos ALL the time. It's hard to find time to just go out and shoot (especially after a long day at work) and this forces me to find new things in my everyday routine.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Day 4
Today was such a great day for some much-needed R&R. Jamie and I laid by the pool for a considerable portion of the day, just reading our books and chatting. The weather was soooooo perfect for it.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Day 3
I visited my friend in D.C. this weekend, and we managed to make it up to Baltimore on Saturday. This image was taken from the top of the World Trade Center Observation Tower in Baltimore, cropped considerably, and rotated 180 degrees to make the shadows right-side up. My idea for this shot was inspired by Vince Laforet's spectacular ice skating image which completely blows mine out of the water. Of course, he gets to use a helicopter, whereas I have to make do with an all-enclosed observation tower. The complaint I have about my own photo is that I only brought my 50mm lens and my fish-eye with me, so I had to take this photo much farther away than I wanted. I'm afraid I lose a good deal of sharpness and resolution with the severe cropping. But now I guess I'll know what to do differently for next time.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Day 2
Lucky... or not. Just an ordinary lotto ticket.
I'll be back with more after this weekend. I am headed up to D.C. to visit a friend and (hopefully) find a few more interesting photos.
I'll be back with more after this weekend. I am headed up to D.C. to visit a friend and (hopefully) find a few more interesting photos.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Day 1 - June 28
Today was a tad stressful for me, so I have to admit I wasn't looking forward to finding something interesting to take pictures of. BUT, I am committed to this project for a month, and I figured I sure can't quit on the first day. After all, I have at least one reader to hold me accountable. Thanks Jamie!
So I was driving around, trying to wind down from a hectic day, and it started raining. The neat part about it, though, was that the sun was still shining off in the distance. I came across an empty gravel lot where a large pool of water had collected. I parked my car and sat there for a few minutes, just staring at the rain dripping into this oddly beautiful puddle. What a great reminder - to see that beautiful things can come from a nasty gravel puddle on a rainy day.
So I was driving around, trying to wind down from a hectic day, and it started raining. The neat part about it, though, was that the sun was still shining off in the distance. I came across an empty gravel lot where a large pool of water had collected. I parked my car and sat there for a few minutes, just staring at the rain dripping into this oddly beautiful puddle. What a great reminder - to see that beautiful things can come from a nasty gravel puddle on a rainy day.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Photo Project: Rules and Goals
Wow, so I've been looking back over some of my previous posts from, well, almost two years ago now. I've noted the steady decline in my readers, the clear decline in my quality, and the obvious decline in my posts. What conclusions am I left with? I have been a horrible blogger. I have no hope in trying to regain my once-loyal fan base, but I do have hope for the future of my blog.
Along with the installation of my new cable Internet, I also acquired a few new ideas. One of which is a 30-day photo project, creatively titled "My Photo of the Day" project.
I hereby pledge to take (AND post!) at least one photo a day for the next 30 days. Here are my rules:
1. I can use any sort of camera, any sort of lens.
2. While I do have to take a picture every day, I don't have to post once a day, although that would be ideal. (This rule was constructed with my upcoming trip next week in mind.)
3. I am not allowed to post two too-similar pictures, even if they were taken on different days.
4. I am allowed 3 mulligans - or exemptions - from 3 days during the month if something unforeseen comes up. I will do everything in my power not to use them.
5. Begin date: June 28. End date: July 27. Exactly 30 days.
Here are my goals for this project:
1. To discipline myself to be constantly searching for photos and photographic opportunities.
2. To stretch myself by meeting new people and venturing outside of my comfort zone.
3. To become in touch again with the thing that I love, photography - not bogged down by everyday chores and routine.
4. To find the extraordinary in my ordinary life.
5. To generate new ideas and further develop my creativity.
Along with the installation of my new cable Internet, I also acquired a few new ideas. One of which is a 30-day photo project, creatively titled "My Photo of the Day" project.
I hereby pledge to take (AND post!) at least one photo a day for the next 30 days. Here are my rules:
1. I can use any sort of camera, any sort of lens.
2. While I do have to take a picture every day, I don't have to post once a day, although that would be ideal. (This rule was constructed with my upcoming trip next week in mind.)
3. I am not allowed to post two too-similar pictures, even if they were taken on different days.
4. I am allowed 3 mulligans - or exemptions - from 3 days during the month if something unforeseen comes up. I will do everything in my power not to use them.
5. Begin date: June 28. End date: July 27. Exactly 30 days.
Here are my goals for this project:
1. To discipline myself to be constantly searching for photos and photographic opportunities.
2. To stretch myself by meeting new people and venturing outside of my comfort zone.
3. To become in touch again with the thing that I love, photography - not bogged down by everyday chores and routine.
4. To find the extraordinary in my ordinary life.
5. To generate new ideas and further develop my creativity.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
change?
Well God certainly has a sense of humor.
I'm not sure a broken right wrist and the possibility of surgery was what I had in mind in my last post when I expressed a desire for change, but that's what I got.
It'll be awhile before I ask for any more change.
I'm not sure a broken right wrist and the possibility of surgery was what I had in mind in my last post when I expressed a desire for change, but that's what I got.
It'll be awhile before I ask for any more change.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
change
Starting this year has been hard for me.
I look back on the past 23 years and I am suddenly very afraid that my life has become stagnant. 2006 was the first year since 1983 that things haven't changed significantly for me. When you're little, life is full of changes - eating solid food, crawling, walking, potty-training, speaking, writing, starting school, reading, etc etc etc. Just when you think you have being a kid under control, you have to learn how to be a teenager. Your body changes, your friends change, you learn how to drive, and how to be a general pain in the butt. But it doesn't stop there - suddenly you're whisked away to college where you have another solid four years of change. Moving into and out of dorms, new roommates, a whole new set of friends, new diet, new classes - a whole new lifestyle.
Anyway, I've been out of school now just shy of two years. The first year was satisfying - completing an internship, starting a new job, living in a new place. The second year was fine too - I finally felt like I had a chance to catch up and take a breather; I had an opportunity to start this thing called the rest of my life.
But now, as I look out on the year 2007, I'm craving that change. That sense of something new and exciting to look forward to, another landmark in my life. And I don't see it.
I guess the realization I'm coming to is that now, at this point in my life, I must create the change for myself. It's not going to simply happen anymore. I have to make it happen.
I'm gonna work on that.
It seems like when you get accustomed to change, change becomes the norm. A sudden lack of change, then, is a huge change.
I look back on the past 23 years and I am suddenly very afraid that my life has become stagnant. 2006 was the first year since 1983 that things haven't changed significantly for me. When you're little, life is full of changes - eating solid food, crawling, walking, potty-training, speaking, writing, starting school, reading, etc etc etc. Just when you think you have being a kid under control, you have to learn how to be a teenager. Your body changes, your friends change, you learn how to drive, and how to be a general pain in the butt. But it doesn't stop there - suddenly you're whisked away to college where you have another solid four years of change. Moving into and out of dorms, new roommates, a whole new set of friends, new diet, new classes - a whole new lifestyle.
Anyway, I've been out of school now just shy of two years. The first year was satisfying - completing an internship, starting a new job, living in a new place. The second year was fine too - I finally felt like I had a chance to catch up and take a breather; I had an opportunity to start this thing called the rest of my life.
But now, as I look out on the year 2007, I'm craving that change. That sense of something new and exciting to look forward to, another landmark in my life. And I don't see it.
I guess the realization I'm coming to is that now, at this point in my life, I must create the change for myself. It's not going to simply happen anymore. I have to make it happen.
I'm gonna work on that.
It seems like when you get accustomed to change, change becomes the norm. A sudden lack of change, then, is a huge change.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
On Morality
Why is morality a big part of my life? What has made me choose a moral path and given me the desire to follow through with it? Morality is not exactly fun, or even easy, but somehow I've taken it on. What is the driving force? Why does my desire to be good outweigh the natural inclination to be bad? Sure, it's good for society and all that stuff, but on a personal level I'm not always sure that being good is enough of a reward, in and of itself. And am I really even that good? I am often afraid my perceived "goodness" is more a result of good upbringing and a privileged life than serious decisions to be the way I am. Let's face it, my life would be much more difficult if I were leading an immoral sort of life. I would have parents chastising me, friends berating me, and general conflict against me wherever I turned. I'd like to think I'm good because I work at it, but I do think my raw material (or whatever you want to call it) certainly makes my job of being moral a whole lot easier. I haven't had to try so hard, and that worries me. I think God rewards effort and sincere desire more than how "good" you are compared to everyone else.
It is also worth mentioning that doing the right things for the wrong reasons is not a true sort of morality. God wants me to BE virtuous; it is not enough to merely perform acts of virtue. There seems to be a good deal of confusion among the two with Christians today, which is probably why so many are accused (and guilty of) hypocrisy.
I believe morality is a series of choices that make up a lifestyle. Each individual situation or choice is not necessarily inherently black or white. Asking the question "Is this right or wrong?" doesn't get me nearly as far as asking the question "Is this the wise thing for me to do?" The key is to make the wisest choice possible and it will add up to be part of my morality. Rationalizing something by saying "it's not wrong" doesn't exactly make it right. The individual choices I make have a sneaky way of snowballing into situations I suddenly find myself a part of. There are points in my life I've stopped to ask "How in the world did I get here?" without realizing that it was a series of choices - not necessarily wrong choices, but certainly unwise ones. It's a like a really long staircase or something - wise choices are steps up and unwise choices are steps down. It is so easy to stay at the bottom and be happy there because you can't see the top from the bottom. It's not until you start climbing and get closer to the top that you start to feel like you'll never get there because you still have so far to go.
It is also worth mentioning that doing the right things for the wrong reasons is not a true sort of morality. God wants me to BE virtuous; it is not enough to merely perform acts of virtue. There seems to be a good deal of confusion among the two with Christians today, which is probably why so many are accused (and guilty of) hypocrisy.
I believe morality is a series of choices that make up a lifestyle. Each individual situation or choice is not necessarily inherently black or white. Asking the question "Is this right or wrong?" doesn't get me nearly as far as asking the question "Is this the wise thing for me to do?" The key is to make the wisest choice possible and it will add up to be part of my morality. Rationalizing something by saying "it's not wrong" doesn't exactly make it right. The individual choices I make have a sneaky way of snowballing into situations I suddenly find myself a part of. There are points in my life I've stopped to ask "How in the world did I get here?" without realizing that it was a series of choices - not necessarily wrong choices, but certainly unwise ones. It's a like a really long staircase or something - wise choices are steps up and unwise choices are steps down. It is so easy to stay at the bottom and be happy there because you can't see the top from the bottom. It's not until you start climbing and get closer to the top that you start to feel like you'll never get there because you still have so far to go.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Books, books, books
I was inspired by Steve to write this post. Books are something I've always enjoyed and never minded talking about. My hope is if I write about them in this pre-formatted list form, then I will somehow seem like less of a nerd and people will think it's cool. (That is the point of these things, right?)
A book that didn't change my life: The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren. Perhaps my expectations were too high, or my motivation was too low. I guarantee you it changed Warren's life though.
A book I’ve read more than once: My Name is Asher Lev by Chaim Potok. One of my all-time favorites. It gets better every time I read it.
A book I would take with me if I were stuck on a desert island: SAS Survival Handbook: How to Survive in the Wild, in Any Climate, on Land or at Sea by John Wiseman. I've never read it, but I'm thinking a desert island would be the prime place to start.
A book that made me laugh: Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris. If you've never read Sedaris, you've been missing out. He's genuinely funny, unlike a bunch of authors who just pretend to be. The recent trend seems to show that growing up homosexual in a disfunctional family situation will somehow make you funny. Or totally screwed up. Or maybe they're synonymous. (Read Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs if you don't believe me.)
A book that made me cry: The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. I bawled. 'Nuff said.
A book that I wish I had written: Breathing Lessons by Anne Tyler. If I were a novelist, I would want my style to most closely resemble Tyler's. It's real without being pretentious, it's interesting without being far-fetched, and it's extraordinary while still being ordinary.
A book that I wish had never been written: Can I pick two for this? I'm still bitter about these books being on "everyone's reading list" in school. I would burn them and not look back. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith and A Separate Peace by John Knowles. Don't even try to defend them. I know what you're thinking, "But they're brilliant coming-of-age novels." No, I think they suck.
A book I’ve been meaning to read: The Problem of Pain by C.S. Lewis. I finished Mere Christianity and thought it was phenomenal so I'm expecting great things from this one too.
I’m currently reading: At Home in the Heart of Appalachia by John O'Brien. Since I live at home in the heart of Appalachia, I thought it was only fitting to read about it. So far, not too enlightening.
A book that didn't change my life: The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren. Perhaps my expectations were too high, or my motivation was too low. I guarantee you it changed Warren's life though.
A book I’ve read more than once: My Name is Asher Lev by Chaim Potok. One of my all-time favorites. It gets better every time I read it.
A book I would take with me if I were stuck on a desert island: SAS Survival Handbook: How to Survive in the Wild, in Any Climate, on Land or at Sea by John Wiseman. I've never read it, but I'm thinking a desert island would be the prime place to start.
A book that made me laugh: Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris. If you've never read Sedaris, you've been missing out. He's genuinely funny, unlike a bunch of authors who just pretend to be. The recent trend seems to show that growing up homosexual in a disfunctional family situation will somehow make you funny. Or totally screwed up. Or maybe they're synonymous. (Read Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs if you don't believe me.)
A book that made me cry: The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. I bawled. 'Nuff said.
A book that I wish I had written: Breathing Lessons by Anne Tyler. If I were a novelist, I would want my style to most closely resemble Tyler's. It's real without being pretentious, it's interesting without being far-fetched, and it's extraordinary while still being ordinary.
A book that I wish had never been written: Can I pick two for this? I'm still bitter about these books being on "everyone's reading list" in school. I would burn them and not look back. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith and A Separate Peace by John Knowles. Don't even try to defend them. I know what you're thinking, "But they're brilliant coming-of-age novels." No, I think they suck.
A book I’ve been meaning to read: The Problem of Pain by C.S. Lewis. I finished Mere Christianity and thought it was phenomenal so I'm expecting great things from this one too.
I’m currently reading: At Home in the Heart of Appalachia by John O'Brien. Since I live at home in the heart of Appalachia, I thought it was only fitting to read about it. So far, not too enlightening.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
A collection of thoughts written during my visit to Gulfport, Mississippi
I sit down to write at the old lift-top wooden desk, the same desk my father used once upon a time. It's a desk that calls the boys room home - the room my brother and I stay in when we visit and the room my father and his brother at one time shared. There are remnants of their childhood here: an assortment of foreign currency framed and hanging on the wall, a musical instrument oddly resembling a wooden shoe with a handle and pegs, brass knuckles buried at the bottom of a dresser drawer. The desk I sit at bears scars from aged pencil stabs and slices, worn corners and a slight wobble. This desk, this room, this house on Kendall Avenue - they have a history. It's the history of a family, a story of 4 lifetimes - a delicate inheritance passed down to me through dinner table stories, dusty drawers full of treasure, and timeless tradition.
It's my history, too.
I think these things as I sit at the desk to write, my parents breathing contented sounds of heavy sleep in the next room, my grandparents in separate beds now, sleeping in the best positions they know how.
History builds a place, anchors and roots it.
And now it's gone for so many people. This town has suffered immense loss in the last year, but more than the houses, more than the casinos, more than the fishing boats and souvenir shops, this town has lost history. I almost feel insulted personally as I drive past places I've frequented for years, now utterly destroyed. The devastation is immense, and nearly unimaginable an entire year later. It has been 14 months since Hurricane Katrina, and I am appalled by the amount left undone. I drive past countless homes, boarded up and unlivable, with small trailers parked in front yards. FEMA trailers, I'm told, for those lucky names on the list that actually got one. The trailers are everywhere, literally sitting in the middle of halfway cleared now-empty lots.
People here, they are now defined by the hurricane. It's a clean sharp-blade cut through the fabric of their lives. Two separate pieces, divided into "before Katrina" and "since Katrina." Life goes on, but it's different now. There is nowhere to go, no corner to turn where the devastation isn't evident. There's no way to ignore it, and no chance at forgetting it. Acceptance is the most prevalent approach at this point, laced with guarded hope and the occasional bitter sense of humor. "Camille was a lady, but Katrina was a bitch" reads one bumper sticker, referring to the 1969 category 5 hurricane that also wreaked much havoc on the Gulf Coast. Katrina was the true bitch, though, destroying or majorly damaging over 90% of the structures within a half-mile of the coastline. Katrina also ranks as the costliest natural disaster to ever occur in the U.S.
But there's hope, too. Hope for a new history, a second-chance timeline of reconstruction and future. I see it in the countless "now open" signs printed on plastic banners and hung proudly across storefronts and restaurants. I see it in the lives of the teenagers tossing a football back and forth along the almost clean beach. And I see it in my grandparents who drive us 30 miles to eat at a newly-relocated previously-beachfront seafood restaurant.
I hope for a new history for the people of the Gulf Coast. It won't happen quickly, and it won't ever be the same. But I think time is probably history's best friend.
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A lone flower grows in the yard of an abandoned house on Second Street in Gulfport, Miss. The utter destruction caused by Hurricane Katrina was far greater than I ever could have imagined, even more than a year later. Katrina ranks as the costliest natural disaster to ever occur in the U.S. It is estimated that over 90% of the structures within a half-mile of the coastline were destroyed.
A spray-painted message is still visible on the side of a destroyed and damaged abandoned building in Gulfport, Miss.
A man walks past another abandoned building bearing spray-painted messages to tresspassers in Gulfport, Miss.
What was once a home is now a pile of rubble along the beach in Gulfport, Mississippi.
A staircase leads to nowhere at a destroyed homesite on Second Street in Gulfport, Miss.
It's my history, too.
I think these things as I sit at the desk to write, my parents breathing contented sounds of heavy sleep in the next room, my grandparents in separate beds now, sleeping in the best positions they know how.
History builds a place, anchors and roots it.
And now it's gone for so many people. This town has suffered immense loss in the last year, but more than the houses, more than the casinos, more than the fishing boats and souvenir shops, this town has lost history. I almost feel insulted personally as I drive past places I've frequented for years, now utterly destroyed. The devastation is immense, and nearly unimaginable an entire year later. It has been 14 months since Hurricane Katrina, and I am appalled by the amount left undone. I drive past countless homes, boarded up and unlivable, with small trailers parked in front yards. FEMA trailers, I'm told, for those lucky names on the list that actually got one. The trailers are everywhere, literally sitting in the middle of halfway cleared now-empty lots.
People here, they are now defined by the hurricane. It's a clean sharp-blade cut through the fabric of their lives. Two separate pieces, divided into "before Katrina" and "since Katrina." Life goes on, but it's different now. There is nowhere to go, no corner to turn where the devastation isn't evident. There's no way to ignore it, and no chance at forgetting it. Acceptance is the most prevalent approach at this point, laced with guarded hope and the occasional bitter sense of humor. "Camille was a lady, but Katrina was a bitch" reads one bumper sticker, referring to the 1969 category 5 hurricane that also wreaked much havoc on the Gulf Coast. Katrina was the true bitch, though, destroying or majorly damaging over 90% of the structures within a half-mile of the coastline. Katrina also ranks as the costliest natural disaster to ever occur in the U.S.
But there's hope, too. Hope for a new history, a second-chance timeline of reconstruction and future. I see it in the countless "now open" signs printed on plastic banners and hung proudly across storefronts and restaurants. I see it in the lives of the teenagers tossing a football back and forth along the almost clean beach. And I see it in my grandparents who drive us 30 miles to eat at a newly-relocated previously-beachfront seafood restaurant.
I hope for a new history for the people of the Gulf Coast. It won't happen quickly, and it won't ever be the same. But I think time is probably history's best friend.
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A lone flower grows in the yard of an abandoned house on Second Street in Gulfport, Miss. The utter destruction caused by Hurricane Katrina was far greater than I ever could have imagined, even more than a year later. Katrina ranks as the costliest natural disaster to ever occur in the U.S. It is estimated that over 90% of the structures within a half-mile of the coastline were destroyed.
A spray-painted message is still visible on the side of a destroyed and damaged abandoned building in Gulfport, Miss.
A man walks past another abandoned building bearing spray-painted messages to tresspassers in Gulfport, Miss.
What was once a home is now a pile of rubble along the beach in Gulfport, Mississippi.
A staircase leads to nowhere at a destroyed homesite on Second Street in Gulfport, Miss.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
some recent work
My friend Pam gets a little help putting on her wedding dress.
This was one of the images I shot for a friend who wanted a portrait calendar made for her husband's birthday. She had the idea of wearing a nice dress to sit in this lovely bulldozer.
My friend Katrina, posing again for another month of the calendar. We took photos at an old abandoned factory/warehouse in Abilene, Tx referred to as "hobo jungle" because it's where the hobos like to hang. The colors on the walls were so great for taking photos.
A nice silhouette shot of the bride and groom at their July 15 wedding in Abilene, Texas.
This was one of the images I shot for a friend who wanted a portrait calendar made for her husband's birthday. She had the idea of wearing a nice dress to sit in this lovely bulldozer.
My friend Katrina, posing again for another month of the calendar. We took photos at an old abandoned factory/warehouse in Abilene, Tx referred to as "hobo jungle" because it's where the hobos like to hang. The colors on the walls were so great for taking photos.
A nice silhouette shot of the bride and groom at their July 15 wedding in Abilene, Texas.
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