While filling up gas at a gas station, I noticed that I was parked right in front of a classic 1959 Corvette. Truthfully, I parked as close as I could to the car since I have always been a fan. I could look at classic cars all day.
The owners told me that they were from Florida and were driving cross-country. I had just a minute to grab a few shots before they drove off. I am glad to see such cool cars still driven on the highways.
I am currently in the process of taking 120 head shot portraits for a very large corporate insurance company in Atlanta. I have the luxury of 15 minutes with each person which is great because I get to learn a little bit about each one. The portraits are slightly informal so they all do not have to match exactly, but definitely NO TIES. Here are the first 31 without final cropping. Only 89 left to go!
Mr. McAlpine tirelessly signed stacked of books and talked with everyone who approached him. He was an incredibly warm and genuine fellow with a good sense of humor.
This is a photo of members of Bobby McAlpine and other members of McAlpine, Booth and Ferrier Interiors.
This is some of the crowd that showed up for the event.
Sometimes you just have to try something to see what happens. This week in our continuing photo tests, Collin and I made a few experimental shots using zoom and flash techniques. Some of the results turned out looking like the psychedelic 60’s. Far out!
Today I took a photo of a star… well, actually a strangely iridescent starfish made of glass. My wife and I picked this up on one of our many trips together. This item literally seems to glow in even the softest of light. Shot with a portable speedlite and a snoot.
Eleven years and 30,000 miles together was how long our love affair lasted. To be honest, I still love her to this day. I still remember when I met her, looking like a shiny red rock star, with a bark like a pit bull. Of course I am talking about my 1998 Honda VFR Interceptor. Through the years we had many adventures together and I met some of my best friends on long Sunday rides with her.
Some of the highlights included:
I had a chance to reconnect with an old acquaintance, Marc, from my childhood neighborhood. Back in the day, I used to do yard work for his father, Mr. Rosenberg. He was a cool guy to work for because he would give me a choice to get paid $10 in cash or $50 in stamps to help me build up my stamp collection. We would just go through my book and add the missing stamps that I needed.
I think my love of old stamps led me to becoming a graphic designer. As a child I would examine stamp engravings with a magnifying glass for hours on end absolutely amazed by the level of microscopic detail that the artists put into their work.
Anyway, the photo session was supposed to be a fun get together for Mother’s Day. For the most part, it was enjoyable, but there was a strange incident that happened. We were photographing in a public park under a beautiful old tree when an overly aggressive rock climbing weirdo showed up. First of all, this guy drives out of the parking lot and parks his car right in background. He says he will move the car, but ends up camping out. He then proceeds to take a rope with a heavy lead weight and starts tossing it over the branches of the tree to establish climbing lines.
Let’s just say this was dangerous with a 2 year old running around. Literally that lead weight landed a few feet from us before some choice words were exchanged. Some people like this granola warrior think the world revolves around them. That was his tree and nobody was going to delay him from climbing it. What a loser. Maybe he got hit in the head with his lead weight one too many times. ha ha
It is not that often that I have a stack of $100 bills in my possession, so I wanted to take a commemorative photo before I took it to the bank. I had just recently sold my beloved motorcycle of 10 years and this was all that was left of it. It was kinda a sad day for me.
The Glock is a new addition to the household for those just-in-case-someone-is-dumb-enough-to-break-in moments. There have been a few burglaries in the area so one can never be too careful.
I guess this was my attempt to make a photo that is gritty and gangster.
