Fair Flipbook!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
fair flipbook
Fair Flipbook!
Friday, August 22, 2008
your moment of zen...
I recently needed some audio to accompany a multimedia project I was working on and well, I hit the ivories for some inspiration. This is a song I've been pounding out for a little while bit by bit but could never quite find a way to wrap it up until now. Hope you enjoy...your moment of zen.
I couldn't resist.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
to be fair to carnies...
My love affair with carnies began years ago. I've always been amused by the transient and in awe of their ability to live on the road with the same pack of people for months and months at a time. Fair season is a rough road to haul but they live for it and they love it. I focused my lens on some carny folk yesterday as the Free Press needed some fair preview photos for this weekend's edition. I just love the sun-beaten leathered faces of the carny guys in contrast to the bright, sometimes shiny colors of the rides. I love the blending of accents as they work together to bolt a wheelie car back together for Friday's opening night. I love the crass comeraderie that bonds these guys together as they continue maybe one of the world's most repetitive jobs setting up and tearing down rides that have circled the nation for that past forty years. These guys are a slice of history, but I always wonder if someday my carny photos will look as fantastic as the photos we see of the old Depression-era carnivals that we all love so much. My photos look so shiny, new and fresh - I can't wait to see how they age.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
sun.
I found all these cute kids hanging out in the sun this past week and they were all a bunch of hams. I think kids are taught in school that when they see a camera they must stop everything, freeze, pose and smile. Maybe those Picture Day photographers from LifeTouch have them trained, like little cooperative armies of cheeky grins with a single assignment: look precious. It's very difficult finding a candid moment with these kids, so I just tell them to forget I'm there and pretend they never saw me and it works almost instantly. Before I know it I'm being trampled or something is being thrown at me. Apparently children lose all sense of manners when they assume they are all "alone." I can't win.
Enjoy the photos and control your jealousy - yes, these kids were having an awesome time.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
the flood
I was fortunate enough to meet Larry. This guy was a character. His entire slate rock basement was flooded after the flash flood busted through his foundation. His yard used to be a nice, green pasture along the banks of the White River, now it was a flooded mess full of debris, broken trees and kayaks from the summer camp just up the road. Instead of lamenting his losses he was excited about the landscaping opportunities. "Look at all these great rocks the storm brought me!" and he was excited for all the firewood he now had for this winter. A true optimist.
Larry took me through his basement so I could photograph the damage. My first step onto his cellar stairs was a cold, thick squishy one. Oh man. The flood had mixed with his dirt floor basement and left six inches of thick mud on the steps (see photo below). My first thought was that people pay hundreds for a mud bath, I wasn't quite understanding the appeal. After leaving the basement, Larry hosed off my feet and legs so we could continue on. My next step wasted those efforts as all the sand on his property was loose and swollen with water and my foot sunk. The sand was now up to my knee swallowing my Croc! After fishing my Croc out of the goo I was a bit more careful where I tread. What a mess.
After saying good bye to Larry I found myself trekking up towards a summer camp that had suffered considerable damage. The skies were beautiful blue as I snapped away at the flooded cars, destroyed swimming holes and cabins, missing kayaks and an uprooted basketball court. But, of course, that didn't last long. Here I was a few miles away from my car, my brand new rain jacket in the trunk and the skies opened up. I ran to the nearest building and the camp's director was kind enough to give me some trash bags to wear and to wrap around my gear (see photo below). So, soggy, tired and filthy I made my way back to my car so I could get the hell out of there. No need to be there when the next flash flood decides to start. Long day but I had a ton of fun. I got to be outside talking with people and literally, getting my feet wet...beats sitting at a desk all day I say.

So, of course, I've put together an audio slideshow of flood reactions and photos of the damage. Click here to watch and enjoy!
Monday, August 4, 2008
these ain't for the kids...
NEW Audio Slideshow! Click here!

I love my job. Most days I love my job because of all the new places and people I get to experience, the hands on nature of my daily routine and the ability to constantly exercise my creativity. Today, well, was no different but was certainly much cooler than some. When I was assigned Joel's tricycle story this morning I didn't think much of it. I like working with Joel, he's always up for a fun time while on assignment, but this time we really got a taste of the action. I'll paint a picture. We met a pack of bikers, er, trikers at Bob's Gun Shop up in Milton where these guys were going to lead us to their "chop shop" to show off their custom-built, hot rod-styled trike bikes. Instead of following them in my trusty Hyundai or Joel's Subaru, we hopped onto the trike outfitted with a rear bench seat and went for a completely wild and awesome ride down the dirt roads to their home and workshop. I tried my best to keep the camera still and in-focus as we raced around Milton's back roads, wind whipping our faces and my hair now completely entangled in my helmet. I wasn't quite sure what to expect when I strapped into the trike equipped with full racing seats, but I had an idea these guys liked to have fun when they trike ride as my driver's helmet read: "If it's got a kick stand or tits, I know how to ride it." Milton's eloquence makes me smile every time I visit. Perfect.
I haven't listened to the audio I collected, but if anything else is audible over the incredible racket the 400 HP V8 Corvette engine produced, you'll hear my giggles as we peeled through every turn and then accelerated through a small tunnel just before the house. I couldn't stop laughing, I was having such an awesome time. Joel suggested a follow-up in a few months when the current project bike is closer to completion, I only hope our visit is before the first snowfall because I think I might be brave enough to ask for a test drive.
I'll post an audio slideshow once produced so check back at the end of the week for that!

I love my job. Most days I love my job because of all the new places and people I get to experience, the hands on nature of my daily routine and the ability to constantly exercise my creativity. Today, well, was no different but was certainly much cooler than some. When I was assigned Joel's tricycle story this morning I didn't think much of it. I like working with Joel, he's always up for a fun time while on assignment, but this time we really got a taste of the action. I'll paint a picture. We met a pack of bikers, er, trikers at Bob's Gun Shop up in Milton where these guys were going to lead us to their "chop shop" to show off their custom-built, hot rod-styled trike bikes. Instead of following them in my trusty Hyundai or Joel's Subaru, we hopped onto the trike outfitted with a rear bench seat and went for a completely wild and awesome ride down the dirt roads to their home and workshop. I tried my best to keep the camera still and in-focus as we raced around Milton's back roads, wind whipping our faces and my hair now completely entangled in my helmet. I wasn't quite sure what to expect when I strapped into the trike equipped with full racing seats, but I had an idea these guys liked to have fun when they trike ride as my driver's helmet read: "If it's got a kick stand or tits, I know how to ride it." Milton's eloquence makes me smile every time I visit. Perfect.
I haven't listened to the audio I collected, but if anything else is audible over the incredible racket the 400 HP V8 Corvette engine produced, you'll hear my giggles as we peeled through every turn and then accelerated through a small tunnel just before the house. I couldn't stop laughing, I was having such an awesome time. Joel suggested a follow-up in a few months when the current project bike is closer to completion, I only hope our visit is before the first snowfall because I think I might be brave enough to ask for a test drive.
I'll post an audio slideshow once produced so check back at the end of the week for that!
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