Holi: The Festival of Colors

Rachel, KaraLee, and Jen allowed me to be their male third wheel down to the color festival at the Krishna Temple in Spanish Fork where I took some pictures of craziness. Unfortunately the pictures I took of those three chicks were all on an ill-fated third roll of film that was lost to the photo gremlins. Nonetheless, I have the pictures of my random wanderings in the crowd. Nuff Sed.

Environmental Portraits: Portfolio I

And here is the update of my environmental portrait portfolio, revised as were the studio ones. I believe this gallery is much stronger than the studio ones for purely technical reasons, so I have decided that it will be my first one on my website whenever I can get around to that.

Studio Portraits: Portfolio II

Alright, I am reposting these again because I have done some revision on them. It is a never ending process. The last time I posted them, I discovered some various problems by looking at them on various computers with better monitors than my own, so I was back to the drawing board again. I have also changed the order a bit, and also replaced 1 or 2 with entirely new ones. Nevertheless, I think I'm at a stopping point now for real. So here they are, updated, shiny, and new.

Some High School Kids and Hijinks

My GF, Rachel, was taking some pictures of her little sister and friends before an informal High School dance of some sort. I got to tag along, so I took a few pics as well. These are my favs.


I am terrified of posing large groups, but somehow I accomplished this, and I am very pleased with it.

The Search For The Holy Trail

Many years ago, in the time before responsibilities, my good friend Walt and I spent most of our time in the search of weird mountain biking adventures. In my my recent searching through piles of old film I have come across these remnants of our geographical studies.


That right there is my hot, young self.

..and that there is Walt, and his huge camera.


Oft times did we sleep in places like this,


or sometimes we slept in cheaper accomodations.


Here a young mountain biker warms himself by a fire at the Red Rock Rampage in St. George.


Mud can be fun.


Tangled sage is not so much fun.


We waded through rivers of tumbleweeds.


We crossed the most barren deserts. (That rider is a species rarely encountered. We call it Codylian Pattonicus)


We traversed the hairiest rock gardens.


We moved quickly through the ugliest scenery.


Sometimes dealing with technical failures and other mishaps.


Studying the ways of the bike from all angles.


Caught off guard by my flash, Walt leaps three feet into the air like an armadillo.


And finally, a rare sighting of the elusive Bikalope.