Flag Day
A good photo is knowing where to stand. – Ansel Adams As someone who is often asked for advice on photography, I usually tuck this quote in right after giving an overview of the bucket analogy, three-point lighting and the two-thirds rule. To me, it all comes down to this: knowing where to stand. Today, I thought of that adage often as I attempted to get a good shot of the new front entrance of Skokie Hospital. The morning sun was coming across the face of the... Read More
Techo-f****d
I just wrote a whole blog post with tags and photos while laying here in bed typing with my thumbs into my “smartphone”. Amazing how far technology has taken us. But after taking the photo, the application crashed erasing the whole post and ruining the whole mystique. Read More
Remember your audience
I shot Billy Corgan for a benefit concert the other night. Though he was donating his time, he made a few comments to the crowd which reminded me that contempt for the audience is not always made up for by expert guitar picking. This reminded me of the axiom, “Remember Your Audience.” Film school was full of people trying to outdo each other with strange concepts and experimental imagery. An apple sitting alone on a chair in a long hallway is juxtaposed with an angry... Read More
Chaotic Soul
Driving with purpose seemed to dry the aqueous pressure behind my eyes as the shrinking distance between my soul and that of my parents stretched the road and all its travelers into panoramic time lapsed smears. I was glad for the speed of other enthusiasts and procrastinations as it hid my my own from those who would so soon have me back within the mind-numbing confines of drivers school. But despite my efficient progress, I was in no hurry to meet the eyes of my mother... Read More
The Bunker
The Bunker - put two copies of this photo side by side and you have the whole width of the house When I lived down in Momence, IL, or “The Kank” as I like to refer to it (Kankakee Valley area about 90 minutes south of Chicago), I often came home to a dark Hill House-esque pink cottage which teased me with its Pepto crust and screwy center. To say that I believed that the house was haunted does an injustice to the word “believed”. I knew it. But... Read More
