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.

The Ripple Effect

Here is a snap from a few weeks ago. After a massive escalating water war involving super soakers, buckets, the hose, and crazy antics I retreated to my bedroom where I saw Lauren and her friend outside. She started spraying the window and I saw this photo.

Road Trip

When I flew out to Colorado I didn't buy a return ticket. I banked on the fact that I was bound to meet someone that would be driving back to the Midwest. I did, and it worked out perfectly. I got to spend quality time with good friends as we navigated detours, drove past countless cornfields, and searched desperately for a gas station when we were down to .19 gallons of gas in Roundhead, Ohio (my fault). The good people of Ohio gave us directions, but it took me a couple stops, several more miles and two sets of instructions to get it. Maybe I should listen next time, eh? :) So thanks Lyd and Killer K, you made it a great adventure. We'll have to do it again. Maybe to Alaska next summer?

This to this...

I left the grandeur of Colorado last week for the Midwest's more subtle beauty. There is nothing like coming home.

The Black is Black

I spent a lot of the summer shooting in the riding ring. Here is one of my favorites. I darkened the image down in levels, and I wonder. How far is too far? I like the contrast this image has in black and white. But do you think it looks too photoshoped?

Cooper

I shot whitewater rafting last week for the first time this summer. I split my time between rafting and shooting. Here is Cooper, one of the campers that sat in front of me on the bus.

When not at work...

...we go to town, do laundry, and find someplace to eat. The photos aren't the strongest compositionally, but these photos are from my story, whereas most of the photos I make are of other people's lives. Top down: Lydia, Kenny, and Lee.