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Monthly Archives: July 2011
A couple of years ago I spent a night sitting and watching boats go by on the Chicago River. I don’t remember much except that is was really quiet, and hot as Hell.
It’s always interesting to me when I find a quite spot in Chicago — no matter the hour. At two o’clock in the morning I’ll be walking down State Street by myself, or at one in the afternoon after a snowstorm it’s me, myself and I. Being an area of ten million people, a quiet moment in this grand city is always appreciated.
I’ve been enjoying the macro lens when I go out and shoot pictures.
It’s a hearty piece of glass and I like the images it produces. I also like get super close on worlds one doesn’t normally see. This is from inside a tulip.
I feel like I have so many pictures from 2009 on my photoblog. I feel like I haven’t made it out of the house at all this summer, save for a day at the Chicago Botanic Garden this spring. (I did get a boatload of pictures that day, but how many flower pictures can one post to a blog?)
This picture is another “ho-hum” picture; nothing really too spectacular. Strangely, I have no recollection of it being taken however. I thought I took it during the summer when I also took a picture of the Chicago skyline, however, the metadata says this image was captured in November of 2009. Clearly I took a boatload of pictures if I can’t remember when I took them.
I’ve probably logged about 150,000 miles in the air. Fortunately most of those flights are completely forgettable, and no real issues to stand out.
Sure, there were odd delays like a “weather” cancellation at O’Hare Airport that didn’t have any notable weather to speak of.
There was a flight into the U.S. Virgin Islands that landing was aborted at the final moment because a freak rain storm came through.
While in Panama our flight was grounded for an undetermined amount of time because of the pouring tropical rain slamming down outside. (We were told to stay close because when the storm let up we were going to make a run for it. Sure enough, we were onboard and ready to take off within 15 minutes of the rain letting up.)
Coming home from Las Vegas was the first time I had sat on a plane for three hours and didn’t go anywhere. (The worst part was waking up from an hour nap and the plane hasn’t budged.) Our plane had a maintenance issue and the airline was hoping to fix it and get us on our way. Eventually officials decided to de-board our plane and had us sit at the gate until the announcement was made the flight was canceled — some seven hours after my journey began. There are worse places in the world to have to spend a night then Las Vegas — and I was fortunate the cancellation was not weather related, therefore United Airlines picked up our hotel room bill for the night.
Taking the opportunity to kill time before bed, I walked to In-N-Out Burger, and kept going to the South end of The Strip. I normally don’t prefer to take pictures against a completely black sky, but my other option was to sit in my hotel room and go stir crazy.
This is another one of the pictures taken in Milwaukee, Wisconsin the weekend I was up there with an awful hotel room. The Milwaukee Art Museum is a fantastic venue, both inside and out. It was designed by the Spanish architect Santiago Calatrava and the bird-like “wings” open and close twice a day.
There isn’t much thought behind this picture.
I sell greeting cards at a few local stores and wanted something simple for a sympathy card. Nothing in the handful of sunset pictures I have felt right, so I went out and bought a simple white rose. It’s not a picture that has seen the light of day (except as a greeting card), but it’s one of my biggest sellers.
Most sympathy cards have a deeply religious statement inside or some profound poem that makes one reflect on life. I don’t need either of those. For me, and I’m not making this up, I’ve written “Sorry about your dad. That sucks.” in a card. I’ve been told it was the best card they’ve received. Point being, I think this card is one of my biggest sellers because it’s simple.
I’m pretty excited about this summer’s crazy-fun activities, but they have left me with no time to get out and take pictures of one of the world’s greatest cities. I miss Chicago sometimes, and sadly, I live here.
It took quite the effort to get to this remote location, and I not-so-wisely set out on my quest without any water. I had spent an hour here and hadn’t seen a soul, so it was good I had my remote trigger with me. It’s a fun self-portrait.
While in Pamplona, we booked a hotel room having a balcony over-looking the route. Every morning we were there, we’d wake up, watch the Running of the Bulls, and go back to bed. We had friends joining us on the balcony, which made it a nice experience for all of us to not have to stand out by the church at 6AM just to make sure we got a quick glimpse as the half-ton bulls ran by. As it worked out, our balcony was two rooms down from Hemingway’s room, when he wrote about the running of the bulls in The Sun Also Rises. Point being, our balcony was in a prime location on the longest stretch of the bull run route (Calle Estafeta) so we had a nice, long glimpse of the shenanigans.
After we left Pamplona for Madrid, Alisha and I would still wake up every morning at 7:45AM to watch the bull run live on national TV, then we’d stay up for a half-an-hour watching the commentary, and then go back to bed.
I still think the Running of the Bulls was the greatest party I’ve ever attended.