bs to the w

rangefinder blues - when you forget what you have loaded and throw caution to the wind and put a yellow filter on there. And then protester blues too. I went solo to I think it was the womens march here in Raleigh (was going to take the kids #littlesocialists but they went to the circus with wife and MIL). Lots of people! I parked my bike near my work prior to the march and but then when the march was over there were lots of speeches and my bike was basically at ground zero of the most intense mass of people gathered around for those speeches. I couldn't get it out until the crowd had well dispersed. So I walked around and took these two pictures and lost my gloves somewhere.


some thoughts

Maybe just as Missy always gets bitchin old rides in her shots I'll get contemporary General Motors SUVs in mine. It's worked for me before (one of my favorite shots of all time btw, shot on an outing with none other than Missy herself!) even if they aren't the most architectural of vehicles. Something off with the light in the bottom one here keeping it from any type of keeper, but at least it got me thinking I guess. Like fear not the Yukon, avoid not the Suburban XL. Doesn't really track when you're biking through town but maybe not a bad ethos when hunting for pics (the once or twice a year I set out to do it).



rhodie in a rainstorm (just sometimes)



 we cut down these enormous oaks that were in the front yard but before we did, like I would with a pair of shoes I'm about to discard, I took a picture to memorialize them. They were some great oaks!


increasingly my little camera is defaulting to bulb mode even in full sunlight. I think it needs a new battery. I know that I love blurry pictures but I love crisp pictures even better I think. More visceral, less dreamy.



ballast from the past

 must have been some of our last weeks in portland

slice of time. We've since re-potted the olive tree in back and that other plant has grown quite a bit and moved rooms. Boy is of course still into coloring though he's taken a turn for lego and piano some in recent weeks.
boy when he was much younger and stranger hair styled. a bad balance on this one

some from the vault

from when I forgot the only thing my collegiate photography professor taught me: Get closer

now there's a party that lives up to its name

 nate dogg- forever the first dude to do a book.

another sort of wedding

the benefits to being the father of the ring bearer ("RB"): 1: next to no responsibilities. 2: I got to join the RB at the home of the mother of the groom to help everyone get into their tuxes, where there was food and bloody mary's. I don't know what everyone was waiting for but there was a hurricane coming and I was needing the vitamins and didn't feel too shy. I cracked open the handle and started trying to make friends with the grooms party. They were some hunting 4x4ing big red voting and so on and so on folks. My brother many have fit right in; I went back for a re-fill and trusted the lubricating process. Eventually I found someone that lifted weights so we chatted about that for a while. He was eating protein pancakes.
Once we got to the venue it was me and these two jokers. I obviously had them in a pretty good lather.
to the right are two brothers of the bride - I guess my step siblings in law is our relation. Pretty good!

They had a bar at the place where everyone was trying to get their pictures taken, and it was Hurricane Matthew outside - a torrential downpour which is obviously pretty choice drinking weather. The river running through the golf course was going up up and up. I remember buying a few rounds of Heinekens for the groom and some of his chums. Eventually we did the ceremony which I am pretty sure I behaved at and then the reception was rained out-- all three roads leading in where flooded out. We went out for some meal at one of Wilson's finest restaurants and made it home safely eventually.
Good way to spend a hurricane!

jaclyn and dan's long lost wedding shots

that face when you can wear your camping gear to a wedding
the wise groom packs a little mexican heat

we were having fun late into the night