This photograph was taken last year at the annual Jazz Fest held here in Fort Worth, Texas. I went with a buddy of mine and we just sat there on the grass in front of the stage and shot away. All was shot with ambient light, so the color photograph is saturated in red stage lights. I actually was conflicted about whether or not to make it black and white or leave the red. But, when in doubt, always go black and white. It's classical, it's vintage, it's always in style, much like the music itself. The one thing I would change if I could? I'd had moved that water bottle...eh, nobody's perfect.
Monday, July 23, 2007
jazz on the boulevard
This photograph was taken last year at the annual Jazz Fest held here in Fort Worth, Texas. I went with a buddy of mine and we just sat there on the grass in front of the stage and shot away. All was shot with ambient light, so the color photograph is saturated in red stage lights. I actually was conflicted about whether or not to make it black and white or leave the red. But, when in doubt, always go black and white. It's classical, it's vintage, it's always in style, much like the music itself. The one thing I would change if I could? I'd had moved that water bottle...eh, nobody's perfect.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
the ol' front porch
Welcome back to the blog! I'm talking to myself mostly, and to try to get back into the swing of things here's a shot from my ongoing Louisiana project:
The moldy wicker chair caught my eye from the road as I passed this old home. I doubled back, pulled into the remnants of a driveway and parked my car. An elderly lady who lived next door was walking across her yard when I approached her to ask about the house, and if I could photograph it. Her power had just gone out, she explained, but the old house belonged to her and three other siblings...it had been her mother's home. The fact that the wicker chair still sits on the front porch just waiting for use is endearing, in a way, and very telling of life in the south.
The moldy wicker chair caught my eye from the road as I passed this old home. I doubled back, pulled into the remnants of a driveway and parked my car. An elderly lady who lived next door was walking across her yard when I approached her to ask about the house, and if I could photograph it. Her power had just gone out, she explained, but the old house belonged to her and three other siblings...it had been her mother's home. The fact that the wicker chair still sits on the front porch just waiting for use is endearing, in a way, and very telling of life in the south.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
so serious
No one takes playing in the sprinklers on a hot July afternoon as serious as this guy. Just look at that face...are you talking to him? Are you talking to him!?
Monday, July 9, 2007
rain drops
This image I like just because of the striking red flower and the empty space. Taken during my visit to Louisiana, but could've been taken anywhere, really. I shot a lot of film on this last trip so I'm just waiting to get that back from the lab. I'll still have something to post until then, though, so check back!
Thursday, July 5, 2007
happy fourth!
I know it's late, but I spent the fourth in Louisiana and the fifth driving home. More pics from the trip will be here soon, but here's some to mark the occasion. I hope everyone had a relaxing holiday.
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