Posts tagged ‘Chicago suburbs’

June 15, 2014

Father’s Day wide sky

Sunset was pretty good.
Father's Day wide sky
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May 15, 2014

Refracted sky

While it’s a bad idea, I shot this whilst driving. Sorry. I actually went around the block to get it, shot it out the window over my shoulder and never stopped. I think I was going 30 or 35. This wasn’t a case of being lazy, it was just a situation where there was a forest preserve on the other side of the street and no parking. A light storm was building up over the backside of this building, but to the east it was all blue skies.
Refracted sky
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May 13, 2014

The painting and the staircase

I don’t post many of my iPhone shots, but this came from my phone. Most of the time I find phone cameras significantly lacking, but they can work for you at times. A tool is merely a means to an end, if there is an end.
The painting and the staircase\
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May 11, 2014

Skirting the surface

What is it to know?
Skirting the surface
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May 9, 2014

Stuff in a kitchen

My aunt sent the meerkat years ago. The backsplash seemed to add to its color-blocking oddity. They sit next to each other and kind of reference the idea of environment impacting individual or vice versa. Nature vs. nurture. Meerkat on backsplash. Figurine, tile. Stuff in a kitchen.
Stuff in a kitchen
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April 15, 2014

Blood on the clouds

I considered waking at 3 a.m. to see the Blood Moon last night, but this satisfied my sky gazing a few minutes after midnight. A ton of pink clouds against midnight blue? Sure thing.
Blood on the clouds
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January 26, 2014

True for a while

I’d been mulling over the idea that time might not exist as we think we experience it and finally looked it up. I see it’s been a topic for a few years in quantum physics. Kind of makes me wonder if I actually dreamed up the idea in my head or if I’d seen it somewhere and remembered it as a memory.

That became the background for this photo – shot on Halloween of last year but left alone for a while. I knew I liked the photo, but editing immediately would be too fresh; I’d have a memory of what it was like to be there. Going back to it months later I potentially saw different things unnoticed if I remembered exactly what it was I was going for in frame. It’s kind of a sad photograph now, I think. Something about life going on as it does irregardless of anything taking place.
True for a while
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January 13, 2014

McDonald’s reflecting pool

This is my first post in well over a month. I had a really busy December, but I’m shocked it took me this long to get back into routinely making photographs. The hardest thing, which sounds silly, is to know how to pick up again and find momentum.

I had no idea McDonald’s could produce anything other than red-and-yellow plastic until I visited the company’s campus in Chicago’s western suburbs for a wedding. I’m not sure it’s my kind of place – it’s an oasis in the suburbs – and I can’t imagine staying there for any reason of my own, but it was nice. This is the back side of the lodge-like hotel, which overlooks this pond.
McDonald's reflecting pool
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November 21, 2013

Traffic patterns

After shooting an Indian wedding, one in which the groom entered by yellow Lamborghini, I found myself meandering back to the car through a sporadic population of hotels. They were really ugly hotels for the most part, kind of flat and straight without any regard for Neomodernism. That’s perfect for getting something slightly abstract out of something mundane – just drop it on that straight-lined nothing serving backdrop to a sprawling old tree.
Traffic patterns
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October 21, 2013

Can a bridge be a door?

Can foliage be a wall? Can we put on our critical thinking caps?

Door There Somewhere
there’s a door there somewhere
hidden and overgrown
not the one you see
it’s a wall
but you know
there’s a door there somewhere
hidden and overgrown

Words NOT by me. Image by me.
Can a bridge be a door?
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