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Guys Just Want to Have Fun


Tony and Joe walked around the neighborhood with me before the ceremony… you could tell their nerves were a little on the high side because they were both clowning around. Together for 6 years already, the relationship is based on a grand sense of humor and supported by a lot of wonderful people… evidenced by the crowd’s spirited reactions during the vows. Castaway was the perfect space last Saturday evening for food and friends.There was a polka dot cake and rainbow strings of paper lanterns with a great view of the Fremont Bridge. As the lights got low, the crowd filled up the kick ass dance floor… my smile lasted a long time. ;0)

I hope you’ll come talk to me if you are getting married… it’s a lot of fun to help launch a good couple!

Ten White Dogs

New Mexico was a game changer in my life.
In 1994, I stashed most of my ego into a back pocket and signed up for a workshop in Santa Fe… it was a little rough for a very short time. My photographic education was completely homespun to this point. My parents were both serious photographers, if not full time professionals… they had vision and enthusiasm to spare but technique, in our small house, was limited. So I brought a bit of a chip to this class and discovered, to my delight, that I was in a crowd of my peers… we were all there to fine tune a thing we already knew.

Long story short, I found that a solid week of photography and photographers was a balm to my inner skin… no phones, no real housework, no outside life… no contest.
The textures and light that make up Santa Fe and it’s near neighbors were a healing time to me and they return to tease my mind on many a grey day here.

My teacher that amazing week was Kent Barker. Out of Dallas at the time, he was subtle and easy to talk to… a sweet sense of humor, his work was very strong.
He took us two hours north of Santa Fe to his friend’s art gallery in Tres Piedras… a hot pink adobe schoolhouse sitting all by itself on the Taos Mesa.
Imagine 18 photographers, 10 white dogs and a stormy afternoon sky… it was like a dream.

New Mexico pulled me back for many trips in the next seven years. I went until I couldn’t afford to go again but I am not done.
My camera will dance under those wide skies again some day.