So I finally got an iPhone, and as much as I like it, I’m astonished by the quality of the photos it takes. I say “it,” because there are no settings. It’s all automatic. This is the first photo I took with it, today, on 6th Street. The only Photoshop work done here was to cut the file size in half. Incredible. Those people there at Apple may just have a future in computers and stuff.
I started this blog on the suggestion and encouragement of the talented team at Fosforus. In terms of ROI, it has been a homerun. Off the charts. The only investment has been time posting entries, and I’ve had actual cash return. So big thanks to WordPress and to Fosforus. That said, I think I’ll join the rest of you bloggers out there who use these things to tell people about your day (no, I’m not making fun of you…I repeat, I join you). Today started out with trip to the dump. 1-800-Got-Junk is not effectively marketing themselves if they’re not using an image like this with a caption that reads something like, “You’ll Never Get The Smell Out of Your Nostril Hairs.” You think Hell has fire and stuff? Mine has six inches of foul-smelling slippery grey mud.
Then, I drove back downtown. Probably shouldn’t be snapping photos on a 70-foot flyover at 55mph.
I saw a bad wreck at the intersection of MLK and the I-35 access road. I hope everyone was okay, and by the look of that Prius, I bet they are. Astounding structural resilience.
I drove past the Capitol and thought about all the people I know who’ve worked there.
Then I saw this in a parking lot in Sunset Valley.
Then I drove back downtown and noticed how far along the W Hotel is coming.
When I got up to Congress, I saw a small herd of those Segue tour people.
And one of them wiped out. I couldn’t help laughing. Sorry.
Then I went south on Congress to shoot some of those traliers that sell food, but got there to find that they’re not open on Mondays. Shit.
So I went home.
Oh, and today is my birthday.
So for those who don’t want to click through the whole blog and sit through my ramblings, click here to see a random sample of some images from the past year or so. Shots from assigments, directed shots, personal stuff. Chase Jarvis, at one point, asked readers to send in their opinions as to which ones in his portfolio they liked (and disliked) most. I’d sure appreciate some feedback from you. I like them all, so if you only want to tell me which ones suck, that’s okay, too. Thanks for any input.
A few months back, I took a 1900-mile tour across Texas and Louisiana, shooting construction projects for Wilmax. I shot a few other things along the way, like this one right in the middle of a downshift, barrelling up the Sunshine Bridge over the Mississippi River out of Donaldsonville. South Louisiana is a magical place.
Choudrant is the town in North Louisiana where you’ll find this, the finishing hole at Squire Creek. Cash and prizes to he first person to correctly pronounce Choudrant.
There’s something very real, very authentic about a construction site. Maybe it’s the comfort of seeing what’s there, without having to sift through what someone wants me to see. Maybe like Rudy Guiliani’s hair. Remember when he abandoned the comb-over? Weren’t you thankful?