November 23, 2014

Untitled II

Side sky
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November 22, 2014

Bob Ross Colorado spruce

I remember thinking to myself, “Wow, that’s a Bob Ross tree.” I must have done this at least three or four times over the course of the weekend, because I have as many photographs from various moments. I only remember photographing the tree once, but there it was again as I went through my five memory cards. I shot 2,500 photographs on my September trip to Colorado and processed maybe 700 of them to this point. Maybe half of the original 2,500 are duplicates and there are a few triplicates, as well. Anyway, it all melts into the back of my brain until I sift through for the winners. I think Bob Ross would have taken out the light pole and encircled the base with foliage.
Bob Ross Colorado spruce
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November 21, 2014

Between weddings over the great plains

I was editing a wedding on my way back from Denver having shot another wedding, and the light was perfect. We left at 5pm and by 7pm it was dark, which made for interesting lighting conditions with a constantly-changing sky. I could tell the lady next to me wanted to ask why I was taking so many photos out the window, but she probably got that I’m kind of into photography by all of the wedding photos on my laptop. They went neglected for the first 90 minutes of the flight.
Between weddings over the great plains
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November 13, 2014


The view was the other way.
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November 12, 2014

American night

American night
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November 8, 2014

Pharmed love

Condensation after rain on a humid evening in August helped to obscure the identities of these two lovebirds as they forged more than a doctor-patient relationship on the advertising boards of a nameless Rx in downtown Chicago. Of course it was a major chain with drugs and overpriced sodas.
Pharm love
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November 7, 2014

Partway through the workday

I learned today that window-cleaning is considered the most dangerous job (Vicar is the safest)┬áin the UK. That’s saying something considering they employ armed forces.
Partway through the workday
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November 6, 2014

The night after the night after

Everything seemed to shift and stay the same.
The night after the night after
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October 16, 2014

I’ve forgotten everything I’ve ever said

I’ve come to accept that a majority of people I come into contact with are going to tell me the same stories over and again. Or they’re going to repeat the structures of how they will tell me these stories. Exasperation, consternation, humor, reconciliation, conclusion. Wash, rinse, repeat. I’m finding myself less interested in sharing for fear of falling into ruts of this variety. The more you put the words in your mind into some kind of space to be digested, the more aware you become of the taste of the meal. If not to the right temperature, never serve.
I've forgotten everything I've ever said
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October 15, 2014

Road to the back

I’m really rusty having not made a landscape or anything that resembles something I’ve previously posted in more than a month. This was a road to the back side of a farm in South Africa.
Road to the back
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