REO Speedwagon! It’s a real thing, not just a band.
Wish we could have moved these stairs
Frame within a frame within a frame. I call it “Frame Inception”
Photographer hopping the tracks
Hold it steady. No Flash
If you’ve been following my blog, you’ll know that I like photography. I always have. I’ve even dreamed of becoming a professional photographer and publishing my insanely gorgeous photos in a book that would find a place on coffee tables worldwide. You know the ones I’m talking about. Big oversized books that don’t even fit in a typical bookshelf. The kind that only fit by laying them down on their sides…or left peacefully on a coffee table.
Recently I assisted on a photo shoot. I would not call it a professional shoot but since it felt like one, I shall call it that. A friend of mine was commissioned (possibly for the fee of dinner) to take photos of a daughter of another friend. Our model that day was the photogenic Sasha (not her real name). Our backdrop, a train museum and a ranch with…old stuff.
Our pseudo professional gear consisted of the camera and reflective heat shields from my car. They worked quite well but made Sasha tear up it was so bright sometimes.
Keep in mind these photos were totally random of the shoot in progress and I did nothing to set them up.
The desert is a beautiful place. When in bloom, it’s spectacular. Here are a few photos I took while out mountain biking at Usery Park, Mcdowell Mnt Park, and Tumbleweed park (I wasn’t mountain biking here. I was assisting on a photo shoot). While mountain biking out at Usery, my biking buddy suggested stopping, closing eyes, and just listening. Without the sound of dirt and gravel crunching underneath tires and the wind in your ears, I heard a dull, yet surprisingly loud, rushing sound. Much like you hear when you are near a busy road. It wasn’t road. It was the sound of thousands of arthropods (bees and all variety of insects). It was a mass harvest while the flora are in bloom. The only time I’ve heard such a “roar” was being in close proximity of a beehive. Not so this time. It was wide open desert and it had something to say. Shhhh. Listen. It speaks. It’s fascinating.