A Storm Brews

I experienced some intense weather a few days ago. Between leaving my house and getting to my final destination, I experienced a torrential downpour and a rainbow, followed by some looming orange skies topped off with another traffic-stopping downpour. Probably not a good idea to take photos while driving in already potentially dangerous driving conditions.

Senior. . .Freshman Portraits

I made a promise months ago to shoot a friend's senior portraits. Well, about a week before she left for college, we got together for a little photo shoot. One thing I've learned from shooting portraits is that you're going to need a solid answer to the question, "ok, what do you want me to do?" Because it will undoubtedly come up very quickly in any shoot, and the response, "whatever you want, just act natural" isn't going to cut it. Despite her thinking she wasn't very pretty or good at posing, I think the shoot went really well, and she was a perfect model. . . but then again, I'm pretty forgiving.

From The Road

I'm about halfway through John Steinbeck's "Travels With Charley," and I've been able to take a lot from what he's written and apply it to things I see and experience in my own life. One thing he talks about is mapping out back roads to travel on as opposed to traveling the highways. He says one could travel across the entire country without seeing a single thing. These are just some snaps out my car window on my own "travels with Charles". . . which is far from a Steinbeck experience.

Night Moves

I've been staying up past my bed time lately. . . come to think of it, I've been staying up past people's bed times that are in other time zones as well. I've already expressed my self-induced insomnia in earlier blog posts and it's only gotten worse -- or better, depending on how you look at it. I guess it comes down to me now seeing and experiencing more after the sun goes down than when the sun is actually up. In my mind, night is an oddity by its nature. Maybe it comes from a childhood where a fear of the dark kept me pinned beneath the sheets at night, stuck and unable to breathe. In my young mind, on a late night trip to the bathroom, I ran the risk of running into any number of horrifying things lurking in the dark shadows of my hallway or closet. Now that I am older, I realize the misguided nature of my fears. Though I still am leery about the dark, I am mature enough to recognize the difference between the monsters in my mind and monsters that are real. I now realize the people and things you can experience at night, are in some ways, more frightening than those created by your mind.

This post is in no way condoning anything illegal -- I simply attempt to capture what I experience with my own eyes. This post is also in no way condoning listening to Pete Seeger.

Love For Sale

I hung out at a garage sale this Saturday and found a dead mole with my young cousins. All in all it was a good day. Nothing to really report on visually though.