Group Hug

John, Ben and Ryan hug Nate on a warm Spring afternoon.

The Busy Weekend

This weekend was crazy busy. I bused it down to Corvallis late Friday night to do a shoot with good friend Andrew. The original intent was take pictures that night, but the bus ran an hour late. We resolved to shoot Saturday morning.

Four hours later, Ben, Andrew and I ventured to Bald Hill to watch the sunrise. I haven’t seen one in forever; it was magical. The sunlight glows along the mountain line in the distance, and then – pop! – light punches through and everything glows golds and reds. Dramatic, really.

Afterwards: breakfast and photos. Bus it back to Portland. I shot my first event for a project on the downtown Portland church, Solid Rock, on Saturday.

Sunday’s been catch-up. Olympics hockey. Dinner with a friend. Sorting and editing. (Will post photos of Andrew and Solid Rock soon. They’re good: stay tuned.)

Greyhound Station, Corvallis, OR.
Andrew and Ben watch a sunrise in a field below Bald Hill.
Ben plays guitar in the Annex dining room. He came to Corvallis for the weekend.
Ben and Cory watch the final hockey round in the 2010 Winter Olympics. (What a game!)
Interstate 84 passes through the heart of Portland, OR.

More Baseball…

I am organizing some older photos. These are from the Corvallis Knights vs. Bellingham Bells game on July 21st. There was a brawl between the Knights and Kitsap Bluejackets while I was in Denver. They play again on Wednesday, August 5th. We’ll see if anything happens.

BSS and Bicycles

I’m listening to Broken Social Scene for the first time (the album of the same name) and I like what I hear. A friend sent me some Blizten Trapper: I like it, too.

I saw an Asian man riding a bicycle in circles around a street light in an empty parking lot at night. I would have taken a photograph of him, but I had no camera.

People were practicing yoga in the grass. The light was great: the sun was just about to set, and the figures were in unison, creating long sweeping shadows. I impulsively approached them with camera at eye level. The instructor said something like: “It isn’t polite to take someone’s photo without asking them.” He didn’t want me to take photos, so I left. I realize I don’t care what people think of me—to an extent.

I worked my way through a book that featured the best photography from 1989. (NPPA? I can’t remember.) It was interesting to see the events of yesteryear. The images were powerful and compelling: I am inspired.

Most of my day was spent wandering around, working on a photo project for class. Here is something nice from the shoot:

Model Chelsea Foss posses in front of a very yellow brick wall in downtown Corvallis.