Summertime.

We decided to open the pool.

Lost and Found.

I was looking through my old computer for a file (which I didn’t find) and I came across this scan of a neg from a commitment ceremony I shot a few years back. I don’t have the negs any more so this is all I have of it. I hope they’re doing well.

It made me smile.

Thank Goodness.

I promise to stop doing these and posting them to the blog but this one just grabbed me. He was lagging behind on a family walk to a neighbor’s house…

I Used to be This Big.

I’m working on some other new things to share soon, so here’s something from the archives.
What’s funny is that I don’t really remember this time in my life. What’s weird is that, to my eye, I look a whole lot like this.

The Reception Out Here.

I was working with Joe last week on some concepts for headshots for a local branding company. One of the ones we played with was how to make a receptionist’s image more interesting than the standard boring company headshot.

This was one of the ideas.

We’re still waiting to hear back from the client if our concepts worked, but the idea of blowing the dust off old standbys is appealing.

What Did You Say?

It’s been a long week.
I’m not listening anymore.

Have a great weekend!

Second Gun.

It’s a rare treat for me to watch someone else shoot pictures so when the opportunity arose, I took it. Carlos Funn (You may recall that there was a bit of a to-do over him last week on this blog, no?) sent me a quick note to see if I was free to come down and shoot with him last week. I was finishing up a shoot so I had time and I figured mostly there’d be a lot of schlepping lights and swapping lenses.

When Norma met us, she was a tanned six foot tall vision. An ex-volleyball player, she had a physique that made me think of Amazons. Which is interesting, ’cause she’s from Alaska. Which also begins with “A.” You might’ve noticed. But I digress.

Carlos had meant for me to be a “second shooter” for him that day, which is, in photographer-speak, the assistant. It would be my job to move lights and hold reflectors. I only did a little of that. Instead, Carlos set himself up to teach me a master-class on lighting for glamour photography, and I shot a lot of images that were in the vein, but none of them held up as well as these five. This progression is more about behind the scenes and less about doing the actual glam work that he did. Some of his shots can be found here and here.

And finally, here’s a shot of the master at work:

Hangin’ With Carlos Part Three: Roped In

The music was really loud, but I got the story anyway.

The model is lady on the left. The guy? The boyfriend? He was there for moral support. He was just hangin’ out. He was visiting from out of town and thought he could sit at the bar, sippin’ on a drink and lookin’ hip. Boy, was he wrong. I wish you could’ve seen his face when I asked him to lemme shoot his picture!

“I Pretty, Daddy.”

She really said that to me once. I kinda think not-even-two year olds ought not be so self-aware. What do I know though?

Oh, and that snazzy headband? Here.

Along the Same Lines.

This is a LOT older. Like so much older that the little girl in there is now five, I think. Between them and my family, there are now three new children.