Flew into Jackson Hole. Tetons blazing to my right out the window. I was stunned. No photo can describe that. If the plane went down I thought I was in heaven.
Two shots, one from the road to South Fork lodge and the other from behind the lodge as we sat down for dinner. Crazy beautiful. Tomorrow, hiking, horses camping and what ever else.
No sleep but can't wait. Natural Retreats is knows where to be. After camping we awoke at 4:30 am to mount the horses and ride up to this view of the Tetons. Maybe 50 -100 people have seen this view. Still some places in America unspoiled and incredible.
I was at Blackberry Farm this past weekend for the Garden and Gun magazine weekend. Holly Williams preformed Friday night. Being the daughter of Hank Williams Jr. and grand daughter of Hank Williams she is adding a solid branch to that family tree. Her song writing and delivery are so inspiring they might make you want to write about them. Sort of...you know...like this.
I shot this portrait before we sat down for dinner. Dinner with her, her lovely mother, and beautiful sister Hilary was a blast. So just who is the mysterious Mr. Wesley sitting next to mom? Inside dinner joke.
Great show. Great weekend. Look her up and check her tour dates!
So I was at the airport yesterday about to board my flight from Charleston to Atlanta to Knoxville to go to Blackberry farm.
Pilot comes into the terminal gets on the loud speaker and says "If you need to use the bathroom go now. If you need water get it now. No one, including the flight attendants are leaving their seats it's going to be a very rough flight."
Just what you want to hear before boarding a plane. We sat on the runway for an hour. Both flights sucked. ATL airport sort of sucked as well. But did land in one grateful piece. Yay.
Got to Blackberry Farm they offered to have my bag delivered to my bunkhouse and drive me in a black Lexus. "I just want a golf cart I know where I'm going". Grabbed a few beers from the Barn drove down toward the bunkhouse off the paved road onto very wet clay downhill road. Golf cart did a 180 and I slid backward down the hill into the composed pile where this lovely swine "Link(325 lbs, two year old" and his girlfriend "Patty" were camped out. Luggage went into the pile and I popped the first beer. Oh happy day.
This morning I chased this little piggy around and did catch him.
I shot this sweet old/new ride Saturday that is a decked out catering truck. Four beer taps, espresso maker and two tons more. coastalcrust.com is the business and stitchdesignco.com did the branding. Well, well, done.
Two and a half years ago at Maine Media Workshops I met Charlotte Hedley (aka Lottie). A lawyer from New Zealand who practiced in Wellington, London and Moscow who finally needed a transition so she dropped the law thing and moved to Rockport, Maine to become a photographer.
I think she soon realized photography was much harder than pointing a camera and pushing the little button. When I met her she was still shooting jpg's on her 4gb card. Two years later she has become a more dedicated and professional photographer then most accomplish in a career. She's visited more of America than I have in my lifetime. I was lucky enough to get to spend time with Lottie and see close up her effect on the world around her. Sure I'm not alone there, if any of you spent ten minutes with her it's ten minutes you wouldn't forget. She is something to admire.
Last year we were at my house getting ready to watch the Super Bowl and she said "I need to get to Savannah for some work tomorrow". She jumped in her little blue/green car and drove off. Last night while I was watching the Super Bowl she sent me a text from the airport and she was boarding her flight back to New Zealand (she must really hate the Super Bowl). I could tell by her text (Lottie also hates talking on the phone) she was processing a lot of emotions from all the friends and experiences she was saying good by to for a while. I realized there are things far more important than Super Bowls. I skipped the end of the game and sat on the porch shot her another text and hit the highlight reel of or crazy times and simple conversations.
If anyone happens to be in DUMBO (Brooklyn, NY) Feb 14-26 swing by United Photo Industries and check out the show below. I've got two pieces in the show. I entered them i the "LOVE" show but they ended up in the "HATE" show. Go figure. Can't show them yet they are part of a killer series I'm working on.
LOVE: Friday, February 1 – 12 Artist Reception: Friday, February 1, 6-9PM HATE: February 14 – 26 Artist Reception: Thursday, February 14, 6-9PM
Exploring the twinned themes of Love, Hate, and the rugged terrain between them, photographers are invited to submit individual images exploring either (or both) elements of our exhibition’s emotionally conflicted theme.
Please join us for the opening of “LOVE” (February 1, 6-9PM) and “HATE” (February 14, 6-9PM) in homage to February’s emotional roller-coaster
So I went back to my wonderful, awsome ortho doctor Emily Darr MD (super nice, young, seemingly happy for a doctor, etc) this morning to see if I needed a couple more epidurals in my back. We met and she asked me the usual, "if I hit you in the face with this stick does it hurt?" I'm kidding about that one. Other usual "if you do this or that does it hurt like hell?" After "yes, yes, f*^*k yes" she made her recommendation.
Barowing the line from Portlandia and tweaking it just a bit she said "we should just...put some needles in it" and smiled. Classic.
She did put some needles in it. Then we played Atari on that thing after.
WNC (Western North Carolina). These two were from yesterday.
Today I am actually shooting a croquet match in Cashiers, NC. So shine up those mallets and get the wickets ready. I will keep you posted on who wins the day.