Sunday, February 22, 2015
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Thursday, February 5, 2015
You have 3 hours between planes, I have 1 hour before class.
I pick you up at the airport and we drive west on I-80.
The Great Saltair, once a place of supposed healing, now junked-up and antiquated.
Park the car.
Crack two beers.
Take a long walk to the edge of the water.
Over salt and dirt and sand.
Bird carcasses scattered.
To the edge we go, you-- my old friend-- and I.
Stare out in the silence and, yes, death.
And more life.
Maybe more years.
I never could have pictured this,
How much we would be blessed.
And like that you're gone again,
and my soul all the brighter.
Friday, January 23, 2015
Outdoor Retailer is going on in Salt Lake City. My friend, Sarah, founder of OutdoorFest, got me in with an staff pass so I could shoot some pictures of her event. She calls it Mappy Hour. The idea is to look at maps, get inspired, have map-talk, drink beers. I did all of the above, and took some pictures, as well. I was reminded once again it's sometimes awkward being a photographer. And I got a little tired of people's awkward sideways glances so I started saying things like, "I'm just going to get in your face for a second here," or, "just keep doing what you're doing, you look great." It made them act less weirded-out, but it made me feel like a creep still. Oh well, went with it.