Fogged

This weekend marked the second annual winter camping expedition. Last year five guys braved the cold and came back smelling like smoke. This year, five times that number hiked out to the Haymarsh conquered the woods, and ate way too much venison.

Christmas Colors

Another from last summer.

Cheese

"Smile and say cheese!" How many times have we heard that phrase? Too much. This smile was from my job last summer high atop Cathedral around seven am. It may not be candid, but I have to say hot chocolate is delicious, especially when drank from a sierra cup.

Dad

Dad c. 1964. If you were wondering, he is still an expert frog catcher.

Soldier

This is Grandpa's uniform from 1947. I shot this for an art assignment, and it's also the first project done with the 40d. I'm liking the camera, although the screen will take some getting used to. I'm thinking of taping over it with some gaffer's tape for awhile so I can get away from relying on the screen to tell when I'm in focus. I need to know that I know what settings I should be on.

Second to Last

This is the second to last photo I took with my Canon Rebel before it died on Thanksgiving Day (the last photo is unremarkable). Ironically, I had bought my Canon 40d that morning. So here's to the good ol' Rebel for getting me through high school and most of college.

Columbus

A Plant? Really?

Shooting plants is usually on the very bottom of things I like to shoot. Plants, for one, are cliche. It's like that flower photo on your mom's bathroom wall... it's pretty, but who cares (that's the journalism bias in me)? I took this photo for Art class, and while yes, it's a plant, I think the fact that there is a hand in the photo elevates it some, but I fear that it is still cliche. The bird photo may be more interesting. Look at those raptor like talons.

edit** After looking at the photos again I am drawn more to the plant photo... the way the hand wraps around the soil somehow works for me.

Self

Anytime I walk past a mirror this ends up happening. After a summer of shooting hundreds of photos every day, I find myself shooting much less, but thinking about photography more. I've been thinking a lot about what is after college and whether or not I'll actually make a living doing photojournalism. Looking at the current state of things... I probably won't be. But I'm very okay with that. Maybe it wasn't meant to be my day job. Nevertheless, I am very thankful to have the journalism skill set. I still have a love for documentary photography.

More Water

Justin. For ART-297d. Art is strange. You don't wait for hours for a good moment, like in that other endeavor, photojournalism. You make something happen. In this case, I had one brother dump a bucket of water on my other brother. To be fair, I did buy Justin some delicious ice cream afterward.