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Orange Sky

16.365 75mm f14 1/80 ISO200When I was in high school I discovered The Book of Qualities (probably at drama camp, since thinking about it now it seems like the kind of book that would totally appeal to adolescents who are busy trying to Think Deep Thoughts and are constantly trying to figure out What's My Motivation?) and I fell in love.  On each page the author personified one emotion.   It is possible (likely?) that were I to re-read it now I would find it horrid and trite, but I remember it as a little poetic taxonomy of inner life that gave my teenage heart a thrill every time I opened it.

I haven't thought about that book in years, over a decade probably.  But coming across this scene yesterday morning as I left my neighborhood a line came back to me: Excitement wears orange socks.

It's unusual to get bathed in this much orange unless you're at a Broncos game, but to me this scene was much more exciting.


Goodnight Light and the Red Balloon

15.365 55mm f6.3 1.6This is what I like to think of as making lemonade out of working late.  Usually at this time of night I'm home making sure that if the house catches on fire I can get the toddler and the dog out.  But since I didn't get back to my part of town 'til well past dark I stopped by one of my favorite little visual nooks in the city.  The Museum of Contemporary Art is a magnet of a building, and I really like the way it reflects this permanent installation, Toxic Schizophrenia, at night.  

To me this corner of downtown captures a slice of a city that is coming into its own sense of style, but still doesn't take itself too seriously.   


Look Up

14.365 64mm f14 1/1000 ISO3200Yesterday morning on my drive to work, with no clear idea of what I intended to shoot, I got off the highway a few exits early. I parked, thinking I would work the pretty public art the city installed at the entrance to the lightrail station, and grabbed my camera and tripod. I rattled off a bunch of different frames, trying to capture what I find appealing about the space, but nothing was really coming together.

It was a nice way to break up my commute but it wasn't 'til I turned around, thinking it was time to get on the road to work that I noticed the rainbow forming.

First of all, a rainbow? On a Monday? In October? At 7:30 in the morning?

And then this guy crossed the street, on his way to the train, not even noticing the unlikely event behind him. I have a handful of technical issues with this photograph (mental note: go back and read up on ISO, because there's no chance in hell that I actually set it at 3200) but I love what it says about how we get so caught up in our mundane routines that we forget to really notice what's going on around us.


Paging Norman Rockwell

13.365 200mm f10 1/500 ISO 320

So it's October and I have a two year old and a camera, which could only mean that it is my solemn duty to take him to a pumpkin patch.  Yeah it's cliche, but a lot of cliches exist for a reason.  An adorable toddler goes together with a field full of vivid orange gourds like peanut butter and jelly.  Or judging from my toddler's reaction, mustard and coffee grounds.

Roughly 45 seconds after we got out of the car Ezra developed an acute pumpkin patch anxiety.  I don't know if it was the wind pushing in ahead of the cold front that's on its way or if the pumpkins really freaked him out, but he made it very clear very quickly that he was not interested in my plans for postcard-worthy family autumn pictures.

So we packed up and headed to see the farm animals instead.  And I snapped this shot of some other anonymous family happily harvesting their Halloween pumpkins.  I have come to learn that when a two year old is the boss of you, it pays not to get too attached to any particular outcome. 


Things to do in Denver when you're (un)dead

 12.365 34mm f5 1/100 ISO 200

Last week a friend of mine e-mailed to say how much she enjoyed one of the fall beauty shots I had posted.  I confessed to her that, while I do like how this project makes me really see those things all around us, it feels a little to easy to populate my practice with image after image of lovely, atmospheric nature still-lifes.  I said I really wanted to try to get some people onto this site and she pulled the Yoda-card on me:  there is no try; there is only do.

Enter Zombie Crawl.

There was blood in the streets of downtown Denver yesterday, as thousands of zombies braved a gorgeous fall afternoon to converge on the 16th Street Mall.  This was the fifth annual event and I can say with certainty that I didn't truly appreciate the diversity of Denver's undead population until yesterday, or perhaps the participatory creative breadth of its live one.  There were all manner of zombies there, every variation on the theme: zombie brides, zombie teletubbies, zombie doctors, priests, clowns.  You name it, it was lurching down the Mall. 

It probably goes without saying that I loved this because it was free and it was an excuse for people to show their freaky sides in public.  One of my colleagues is half of the couple who plans this thing every year and when I asked her why, she shrugged as if to ask "why not?"  She and her boyfriend have been working for months on organizing the event, getting the word out, partnering with other organizations like Denver Film Society (who showed an outdoor film when it got dark), coordinating with the police.  There was no money to be made.  No personal gain, except for the satisfaction that must come from looking around at more than 7,000 people agreeing with your idea that it would be awesome to engineer a zombie takeover of the city.  And it was.

More pictures from the zombie crawl here.