Once again, I went to Wendover for a weekend of throwing money away. I also took some pictures, including the Salt Flats, yet again, as well as some newly discovered wilderness territory.
30.4.09
20.4.09
Grafitti
So, I usually don't photograph a lot of grafitti, since it's basically photographing someone else's art, and I do consider it art, however dubious the legalities may be. Nevertheless, Rachel and I went out on Sunday afternoon, with an unidentified person to check out these secret grafitti tunnels that have existed unbeknownst to us. It was pretty cool, and I had nothing better to do, so here are some photos of another strange, hidden place that I have seen.
16.4.09
Wedding photos: My Brother's wedding
Ah, there is nothing in the world quite like shooting a wedding to destroy one's will to live. That's all I'm going to say about it, lest I become bitter and start ranting about the rape of my photographer soul. These are some random pics that I like from the event. Not the best ones, but the least boring ones for sure.
Ah, cuteness.
My new Sister-In-Law, Melissa.
My nephew, and future GQ cover man, Cayden.
My sister, Heather, and my niece Carlie.
My nephew Parker, who obviously feels the same way as I do about weddings.
I understand, Cayden, I really do.
My niece Charity, all ready to go home.
Mischief.
The Toilet Paper & Frosting Gang.
Ah, cuteness.
My new Sister-In-Law, Melissa.
My nephew, and future GQ cover man, Cayden.
My sister, Heather, and my niece Carlie.
My nephew Parker, who obviously feels the same way as I do about weddings.
I understand, Cayden, I really do.
My niece Charity, all ready to go home.
Mischief.
The Toilet Paper & Frosting Gang.
14.4.09
The Salt Flats, again.
Once again, I have gone to the Salt Flats. How many times must I stare at that blank white sheet of nothing before I have learned all it's mysteries? How much salt must a man walk on before you can call him a man? These are the lingering questions in my mind. This time I went with Rachel and Amelia, because we had nothing better to do, and it was Sunday. These are perfectly good reasons.
This tire was destroyed enroute to the Spiral Jetty. It was still in the back of my car, so it became a prop.
This is a tribute to legendary photographer Jim Marshall, in my own silly way.
Best to leave your awesome sunglasses on, as Rachel has learned.
This tire was destroyed enroute to the Spiral Jetty. It was still in the back of my car, so it became a prop.
This is a tribute to legendary photographer Jim Marshall, in my own silly way.
Best to leave your awesome sunglasses on, as Rachel has learned.
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