demolition

tear down the old rebuild the new.

11.4.2009

zion national park.

victoria, british columbia.

october: photographs, hotel rooms and airports.

This October took me to Canada, Utah and New York. I photographed, talked photography, dreamed photography; I all but ate photography. Airports, regardless of location, have become familiar and at times comforting. Its strange how relaxing it can be to move around in a constant state of anonymity. The other thing I've come to realize is that when I enter a hotel room I unpack, set up work areas and lay out toiletries in the exact same fashion every time. Settling, nesting, temporary home making...who knows.  Perhaps all this says about me is that its time to go home. just four more days.

back for a minute.

I'm half way through my jet setting month. My laptop took a turn for the worse in Victoria BC two weeks ago and I spent a week in NYC sans computer. It was an interesting thing to travel without a computer and all the necessary accessories. Initially it was a freeing experience but eventually all the ways in which I rely on my computer were magnified.

New York was amazing. The PhotoPlus expo was crazy and exhausting as always. This year I managed to spend time with some of my favorite people in the industry. Its easy to forget how rejuvenating it can be to spend time with people who have always inspired me. Its icing on the cake to meet new people who bring new levels of inspiration. oh so good.

I leave again on Friday this time for a week in Zion. Another work trip but not a bad place to work.

soon...more photos less words.

in your absence.

Here is what I love about days like today.

After all of the wind yesterday, the violent gusts, branches breaking under the force, Missoula is quiet this morning. Downtown there are so few people out and the somber day has a peaceful feel, as if it's quietly relishing the absence of wind.

broken wrist and stormy skies.

Yesterday I went out for my first shoot with Athena since I broke my wrist. The sky was amazing, the wind was blowing and my pent up creativity went wild. I'm still limited by my wrist in movement and the amount I can--should--do but I managed to roll around on the ground anyhow. Dirt and brush never felt so good after weeks of laying on a couch. My eyes were immediately drawn to the skyline, then inside my my own world, returning to the sky just in time. The sun slide from behind the storm illuminating a small sliver of sky between the clouds and the horizon. Such a good day.