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On June 17th, every year, the family goes through a private ritual: we photograph ourselves to stop a fleeting moment, the arrow of time passing by.
Then of course, who could forget,
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Shooting Under Fire
by Peter Howe
I usually remember to check out the Digital Journalist every month or so. It is one of the few places on the web where you can get inside the heads of professional photojournalists.
Late last week, I'd spent almost an hour, clicking through all 20 pages. I can't stop thinking about how powerful the photographs and essays were.
It is hard to describe.
I finally got around to posting some images from last July in Florida, from the one whole day we spent on the beach.
This is from a couple years back, on a trip to Crested Butte. Everybody was out that first morning, waiting for the city bus to take us from the condo into town, so we could buy lift tickets and rent skis. It wasn't a wait for a bus that would get us to the ski-lifts, because you could ski right down to the lift from the condo parking lot. It was a wait for a bus that'd take us into town. Get that straight. Right. Details Details. Who cares.
That trip was nice. I remember having the HI 8 video camera and having lots of fun with it. One nice thing about that in particular, is that we've got alot of Collin-footage. I'm glad for that.
We're planning another trip for late Feb. It should be grand. Planning on bringing alot of equipment and getting some nice shots.
New photos from the Andes at Widerange.org
Some of those photos, ...you can tell that the camera wasn't even coming close to doing the place justice, but the photos still blow you away.
I emailed the guy and asked him about his trip and about how much it costs to travel down there. Some of his response:
Some of those mountains in Patagonia are so gnarly and huge that when you stand below them you really cannot comprehend what is right in front of you. Argentina is very, very cheap for us right now. For example, in Patagonia an average hostel would cost between $3 to $10 per night. Nice restaurant dinners for about $5. Busses are really plush and are pretty cheap. To get down to Patagonia from Las Lenas I had to take a 45 hour bus ride (!!!) and that cost about $30
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Robot George desperately tries to revive his robot wife, while the dog helplessly looks on from outside.
a panorama
Photo.net AllStars
I've always liked this photograph from last year at Jason's house. I like all of the ones I took that night but for some reason this one stands out in my mind. I'd just gotten my camera and was playing around with the exposure times. Really a strange and funny night.
Last night driving over the lake, on the way to Hot Springs from school, I noticed the sunset was really nice and that there were alot of ducks in the water. Stopped I did, and parked the truck on an old abandoned side road, and walked through the woods all the way down to the water. I must've taken 30 photos of the same scene, bracketing my exposure time and aperature settings, zooming in and out. It was really something. There are some better shots than this one; shots with ducks, even shots with better contrast and color. I love them.
Then I just sat there for about 30 minutes, listening to the ducks, and watching that big orange thing (I forget what you call it) sink out of sight. It was one of those times when you just sit there and cry and you don't know why. Maybe because the sunset was so pretty or maybe because I hadn't cried for a whole two days. It pisses me off because I'm not really a crying person. There'd been times when I'd gone 6 or 7 years without even coming close. I miss my brother and everything reminds me of him.
I'd never taken my camera into the lab at school and tried to upload images from my Canon to one of the G4's, but since I didn't get a chance to last night, I thought I'd try and look at the photos today at school.
I even remembered to bring my camera setup disk. But sweet, ...I just plugged the USB cord in, and the wonderful Apple machine automatically knew the brand and model of my camera. No setup cd, no nothing.
There are specific reasons why you have Apple and Macintosh nuts. I guess thats one of them.
Anyway after the sunset and the ducks, I met mom in Hot Springs and we went to Tim Ernst's slide show. It was nice to finally meet him after being a fan of his photography and keeping up with his journal for so long. He's just a normal nice guy who happens to be a great photographer and who happens to sell the heck out of his coffee table books. Two GREAT slide shows though. Great ones. Good music to go along with the images too; I recognized some of the music from the Out of Africa soundtrack, and even a nice Van Morrison song. Sounds crazy but it all fit together.