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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