Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
D-Rock
Derrick, to me, in this photo is the staple for a 50's country clubbin' player. Cologne in hand shakin' a little off on his wrists ready to get his swank on with all those lonely females lingering by the spiked fruit punch bowl. Knowing that with his sober mind and musk permeating the air his charm, coupled with some rum and hi-C is going to get him some lovin'.
Get your Swank on.
Coconut Bangers Ball- "It's a Rap"
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Bluebird Cafe Sundance '08
The real deal. These are the guys who make people like Tim McGraw and all those faces in Nashville look good. This was at the Blue Bird Cafe at Sundance Resort in Utah. Every week three songwriters come and play. It's cool to see the real thing, the real people who are writing these songs and the real stories of where these songs come from.
The Black Cat hostel in Antigua
Insanity, pure insanity. This was a hostel we stayed at in Antigua, Guatemala. This can only accurately be described if you have see one of two movies, The first ninja turtles where you see the Shreaders hide out where there are all the boys running around doing whatever they want, smoking playing poker, all the oldest sins done in the newest ways. Or possibly Hansels loft in Zoolander, which is along the same lines of the Ninja Turtles. Be it one or the other it was an incredibly interesting Hostel.
This shot is of Seth Hanks relaxing after we got in from a 9 hours night bus ride from Flores.
The Little Alps
while working the other day at Sundance, I checked some guests in who were traveling from Switzerland. As we drove up and this little spectical loomed up before us i heard them gasp and say in a thick accent," We have never seen mountains like this beside our Mountain." Props go out to ol' Robert Redford for jumping all over this little plot of land.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Monday, March 31, 2008
The Holi Festival of Colors. I was having an internal conflict with going to this- I had an chance to go down tot L.A. and take some Photos, but I am so glad I didn't. What I probably enjoyed most about this whole event was the fact that everyone there got a heavy dose of culture while never really leaving Utah. Seriously, you feel like you are kickin' it in Thailand or some South East Asian oasis.
I have some more Posted, I'll post the link to them- There were just a lot of photos. Good weekend indeed.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Honestly, I'm not sure how many times I have driven by this terribly uniform group of trees, or how many times I've thought to stop and take pictures , or what made Seth and I actually stop this time. We did and it was cool. Not too much to report, I still dont have anything to report as to why they are there or what purpose they serve, besides giving contrast to the ugly nothingness outside of Jarome, ID.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I find it interesting how quickly we forget our foundation. Albion is a little town about 20 miles outside of Burley Idaho. Nothing special about it on the outside besides a clique diner in the heart of town that is the hot spot not because of a lack of things to do, but because it has some of the best damn burgers this side of the snake river.
Places like this seem to get lost in translation as time goes on. I would have never known that a greater part of the generation that founded Idaho attended the bulk of the schooling here in this po dunk little town.
I was hired to take some photos of it in the process of being renovated into a resort spot. How terribly depressing is that? I saw where my Great Grandparents washed dishes to put themselves through college for a teaching degree, where they slept, and where they attended class. All that I saw were crude spray painted images of male genitalia and curse words on the interior, and half burned foundations and rotting lawns on the exterior.
It will be interesting to see what happens with it when all is said and done. Whether or not it will help out the economy that currently is about as active as a morbidly obese Aphrodisiac who wants it's but is too fat to get it. Or if it will just keep getting fatter and fatter, until the desire melts away into nothing.
Muse and Valour are kinda like the watering holes of Provo. As a Bar is to Moscow, Dirty Music venues are to Provo.
Pictures like this one are few and far between, not because of the composition or the lighting or any portion of the logistical part taking a photos, but because of the emotion that is frozen in time. Sometimes as a photographer, your just lucky that you happened to press the button at just the right time when those endorphins in that persons brain are release and creates a pure and unadulterated smile.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Engagement Photos
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