#portraits Nikon D4 as driven by children #justme

11 02 2018

Me

My kids understand light. They’re all artists in some fashion. They know what they like and if there’s something they want to try they just try it. They go though a lot of different media, currently they’re hooked on pencils, paint, 3D cutouts with paper, popups, and anything they can do with glitter. I’m not sure I ever had their imagination artistically. I’m more of a “tell me what you want exactly and I will do my technical best to achieve it” kind of person. My art is straight ahead with occasional flashes of something. Their art is all brilliance and flash.

This is how my 11 year old sees me. I’m often told I don’t smile. I’m not totally surprised, most people who take photos don’t like to be in them and I’m one of those people. Look at me smile in a photo and it’s almost identical in every shot. It’s not an effusive grin.

Random photo for the day.

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#whisky #weekends A sip in time

11 11 2017

It’s another weekend and the news is always bleak from the South. The USA seems to struggle with its former greatness. Once mighty and a world power never questioned is mostly a daily news item of scandals and conspiracy, a political grasp so tenuous its as gossamer thin as a reality show’s plot line. I digress.

It’s cold here, though Fall officially I will declare Winter is at the door and it’s open mor than a crack. It’s Remembrance Day. A day we pause to recognize and give thanks for our freedoms, our laws, our governments or at least the right to our democratic process.

Another week gone by and pictures were taken, hands were shaken, coffees were drunk and bonds were forged. Some relationships in place out of necessity while others made stronger just by mere acknowledgements. I spoke, some listened but preparation it’s own reward. Routines maintained and broken but the five days of the modern work week far behind in the rear view mirror and many more on the roads ahead.

Whisky. A complexity whether cask strength or not, bourbon or rye, aged or barely kissed by the oak. These bottles freshly filled with an elixir of warmth. Their beauty in the eye of a beholder, their value set by markets but priceless in the right hands. It thrives locally and beyond nations borders, served in crystal cut glass and paper cups or straight from the bottles depths.

Enjoy the weekend, and raise a glass to those lost, those who are lost, and the hope of the newly found.

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Spring Days of Summer #seasons #photos

18 05 2017

The rolls of fresh sod lay stacked in towering pallets of organic life. The flora about to be unravelled, to bond with the ground beneath our feet, unnoticed as we stroll to our daily toils…

Apple iPhone 6 with Hipstamatic & Prisma filters

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Be the Game #photos #games #thoughts #Nikon

30 04 2017


Sometimes you have to go inside the game. 

So where are we? One hundred days in and there’s a lunatic at the wheel of the free world. You know I’ll feel really bad if it turns out Trump is suffering dementia “bigly” and he isn’t just an idiot. What if he really is a person of diminished capacity? Then where will we be? We have one person posing and thumping his chest in North Korea and quite likely ordering hits on his half-brother in another country, and we have the runaway Cheeto just south of the frozen wall posturing on Twitter of all places and that’s become the new “nuclear button.” 

So why now? Let’s look inside. If you look at various past leaders there have been lots of bad ones in the past, some hung on too long (Stephen Harper, Richard Nixon, Papa Doc,) and others left too quickly, (sure Kennedy, Obama even after two terms, and lots of others,) and how much damage did they leave us with? Well bad political decisions are kind of the gifts that keep on giving. We still have bad legislation brought in by Harper, and the USA eventually had to dismantle mandatory Federal sentencing guidelines on drugs because their jails filled up, and they killed 3 strikes before it killed them. Not a lot of downside for a guy with two strikes in a non-death penalty State to shoot it out with the cops trying to get away if he’s only getting life anyway. 

So now we are inside the machine, bouncing around, hoping we don’t “tilt” or lose our balls without a free play. Is Trump going to blow us up? Is he all posture? I have ideas…

The photo: Nikon D4 with Nikkor 50f1.4 @ 1/50th and f 2.8 in a friends basement playing unlimited video games surrounded by industrial soap dispensers. 

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The Value of a Good Shoeshine #portraits #photos

15 04 2017

This is Mr. Carter. He runs a shoeshine empire in Chicago. I can’t remember the number of chairs he has around Chicago but it’s significant. He does a great job from his double-chair setup in the Hilton on South Michigan Ave and if you get a chance to stop in you should. As with most places you can leave your shoes with him for later pickup but you would miss out on some great conversation and wisdom! 

I’m sure he has his moods offsite but on the job you will never find a nicer or more engaging individual. He can talk politics, federal or local, families, technology, or anything else you’re in the mood for. On occasion we touched on the fringes of theology (he is a God fearing man,) but he can go with the flow and you never feel as if he has a strong opinion he wants to impose on anyone else. 

His shoeshine, which I’m sure includes lots of environmental threats, is never rushed (which almost made me late to speak at a conference last year,) and seems to last just the right amount of time. A stop there borders on meditation, and I can’t imagine being in Chicago without a stop to see Curtis and to get a shine. I have had his shoeshine last six months! 

The snap was taken on March 18th with my Nikon D4 using the Nikkor 50f1.4 @ f4.5 and 1/250. 

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The Contractor #photos #portraits #photography

26 02 2017

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Occasionally I get time to do some studio work. This was done with two small studio flashes, 1/160th with my Nikkor 50f1.4 @ f16 and ISO 100 and the trusty D4. The flashes were about two stops offset, and I was shooting Elinchrom D-Lites. Mark was still covered in glue from working on some frames for fine art (one of this many talents,) and he is about to start producing handmade wooden furniture.

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That time in Toronto #photos #derailĀ 

20 02 2017

I was looking through some photos today and this one was full of memories and meaning. It was taken in the Bay Shore area of Saint John, New Brunswick. My Dad used to catch trains out of there all his life, some to McAdam, some down the shore line, and some all the way to Montreal via Brownsville, Maine. 

It was a foggy late afternoon, not unusual for a summer’s day in the coastal Maritimes. Trains were the lifeblood of that port city at one point but eventually they became less necessary as trucking took over. 

I can remember going down to Bay Shore to see my first caboose, otherwise known as a van by the conductors. I saw my first canned water, (water was notoriously undrinkable,) and I remember going there to swim when I was a kid, and one time around 1970 the whole family went down to Bay Shore to see the HMCS Bonaventure one more time before it sailed off to Taiwan to be torched apart for scrap. 

This photo is patience. This photo is solitude. This photo is a sense of impending doom as you rattle along the rails, too fast, on a predetermined route of destiny. 

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