Archive: September, 2010

Empty Bottles Go HERE

Wednesday, September 15th, 2010

Over the weekend, my brother and I went to Sacramento’s “Second Saturday” event in Midtown.

During one of our stops for a cocktail, my brother nabbed a table that we could lean against while chatting and sipping. When he first claimed it, the table was empty.

Then, one-by-one, as people were exiting the bar, they used the table we were so proud of finding as an empty bottle dumping ground.

Never ones to let others ruin our spirit, we decided to arrange the bottles for a blog photo. The blue hue is coming from a bright neon sign behind us.



A Rare Glimpse

Tuesday, September 14th, 2010

Meet Benny. A.K.A. “Benzilla.”

I am rarely able to get a good shot of Benny, as he has two speeds: Fast, and Speedy Gonzales. This photo was taken as he was running down the stairs to watch his brother play football. Thank you, Nikon, for your exceptionally fast shutter speeds.



Football: Game One

Monday, September 13th, 2010

Last month, my seven-year-old son made the decision to turn our household upside-down and make our family “Event Widows” for the next ten weeks.

No weekend getaways. No quiet weeknights. No more empty laundry baskets. And CERTAINLY no more once-per-week grocery shopping trips.

Next month we’re buying acreage and some livestock so we can keep this boy fed.

But it’s all worth it . . . he was born to play this game.






Remembering the Photojournalists of 9/11

Saturday, September 11th, 2010

The videos and imagery that emerged from the September 11th tragedy is indescribable. Without them, we would not have been able to fully comprehend the extent of the disasters that took place in New York, Virginia, and Philadelphia.

So many gave their lives that day so that others could live: Firefighters, police officers, municipal workers, and average Joes and Janes alike. What would it have been like if there were no one there to videotape or photograph the events of that day?

Not very many people know, outside of the photography industry, that Rudy Giuliani had dozens (if not hundreds) of photographers arrested and jailed for several days without cause after declaring a one-mile radius of Ground Zero a crime scene.

Scott Bourne, a world-renowned photographer and author wrote, “What Rudy Giuliani did was impose undue restriction on a free press. And the cost of that decision may never be known. What photos did we miss? What if we had missed Tom Franklin’s moving photograph of the three firemen raising an American flag over the WTC rubble? Now that was an important photograph. It was so important that it is already the basis of a US postage stamp and the memorial to the slain firefighters to be erected at the WTC. But few realize that Franklin risked arrest by making the picture. If the police had seen Franklin, he would have been arrested and the world would not have had the chance to be moved by the story his photo told.”

We owe so much to the heroes of September 11th — especially those who traded in their civilian clothes for military fatigues and went to war to fight for our freedom following the attack on our country.

We also owe a huge debt to those who brought us the images a from a day that we we’ll never forget, and will remember for generations to come.

(I encourage you to read the rest of Mr. Bourne’s article, which can be found at his website “photofocus.”)



Not Just ANY Stairs

Thursday, September 9th, 2010

Okay. I know to the the naked eye, these appear to be stairs. OLD stairs at that.

But if  you look closer, you’ll see the image of a nervous 12-year-old girl and a confident 12-year-old boy.


I got my very first kiss on this very day, on those very stairs, in 1985.

Exactly WHOSE lips I kissed will forever remain a secret. Because he had a girlfriend at the time . . .



Keep Me. Protect Me. Share Me. And I Will Live Forever.

Wednesday, September 8th, 2010

I was listening to a “Going Pro 2010” Podcast today, during which the hosts referred to a Kodak Commercial that aired briefly back in 2006.

And by “referred to,” I mean “said over and over that it was one of the best marketing pieces ever created.”

So I decided to check it out for myself. And after recomposing myself, I would have to agree that — not only is it a PERFECT commercial — but it could very well encapsulate all the reasons why I became a photographer.

I would LOVE to be the one who takes the last known portrait of your mother.

Who captures an image of your beloved children that will hang proudly in your home for more than 20 years.

Or creates the perfect album of your son before he graduates high school.

I want to do this for you. For your family. For your friends. For anyone that will hire me.

His Happy Place

Tuesday, September 7th, 2010

Meet my father, Frank.

Frank is in his happy place — lounging on the backyard patio he built with his bare hands in 1961. As you might imagine, Frank’s happy place is much happier with an ice chest full of cold beer and the company of any (or all) of his seven surviving adult children.

Get your laugh on, Dad.



The First of Many

Monday, September 6th, 2010

Robby was my first senior.

This portrait was taken about a year ago, after his mother (and awesome friend) took a leap of faith and asked me to shoot her son’s senior session.

Without this first, I’d probably still be chasing my kids around the house with my camera and wishing I could do more as a photographer.




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