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08.30
This was processed using the same technique as this shot from a couple weeks ago.
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08.30
Wandered outside into the foggy moonlit field last night and ran right back inside to get my camera and tripod. This was is a 4 second exposure from atop the hay trailer on the edge of the field. The trailer's about 15 feet high and the tripod reaches another 7, so the camera was positioned at least 22 feet above the field. Be sure to look at the full size version of this image.
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08.29
Erica and Allie are sisters. They don't normally sport those hairdoos. It had something to with a play the two of them were in. They're posing beside this church.
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08.28
I'd taken a reference shot of that little piece of urban poetry several months ago, but I wasn't sure how I wanted to frame it until one day this guy was sitting above it, extended out over the river.
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08.27
Mason Jennings perfoming onstage at the Greenman Festival last month in Duluth.
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08.26
Another one taken outside of Casey's office, within 10 minutes of yesterday's picture, actually. Hippie art cars are a wonderful thing. The best of them are found at Burning Man every year, registered by the Black Rock City Department of Mutant Vehicles (DMV). The festivities are just starting to begin. Wish I was there.
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08.25
This was taken along the railroad tracks behind my brother Casey's office in Northeast Minneapolis, where this web site is hosted.
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08.24
This photo is the exact opposite of yesterday's, in that this is looking toward my office window from where I park my van. Yesterday it was the other way round (or opposite as I've metioned).
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08.23
This looks out my office window to where I park my van; the only vehicle in the lot. Why is it the only one in the lot? Because it's the weekend and everyone else is away from here living their lives. Something about this scene caught my eye and I took several shots. Caught a bird in this one.
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08.22
This was taken up at Craig's last month. There's a whole bunch from that rehearsal in music photography. Some new candids of the Cloud Cult folks have been added as well.
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08.21
The final moments of this delicate fern's life are captured here. A moment later she stabbed it to death in an ill-conceived attempt to uproot it and take it hostage. I believe in the moment I shot this picture she was asking me, clutching the knife "what shall we name it?" It is for this reason that I find the bisecting shadow ironic. Which is blown up here on this detail page:
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08.20
A stray G-string sits unapologetic on the couch in Cloud Cult's rehearsal space. Drummer Dan Greenwood sits nearby, unpeturbed.
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08.19
Saw this shot from the passenger seat at a stoplight a couple weeks ago. Forgive the golden sepia tone. It seemed the best way to bring out what I liked in it.
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08.18
Relaxing is important. How else to gather one's energies?
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08.17
Anna took care of getting me sized for new pants. The pair my brother Joshua gave me for my birthday were too small. Said she'd model for me. That's what they all say.
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08.16
This is my favorite shot of the bunch from Haley's performance outside of Orchestra Hall in downtown Minneapolis in July. More here.
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08.15
From top to bottom, Trampled by Turtles is Tim Saxhaug, Erik Berry, Dave Carroll and Dave Simonett. I met Tim and Dave S. at GreenMan. While I was out wandering through the campgound late at night in the afterglow of the Low concert, I came across a campfire jam. There were about twenty people around a large fire and these guys were playing the Stones' You Can't Always Get What You Want with uncommon joyful abandon. Music to die for. I stayed and watched these guys play 'til the sun came up.
Today I spent much of the day with them. First at the block party in Uptown and later at 5 Crossings, where these pictures were taken. Tim's Mom, Nancy Saxhaug, helped me with these by firing the flash on her Canon Digital Rebel while my Sony F717 was doing 3 second exposures in the dim red light.
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08.14
If you haven't looked in the music photography area for awhile, there's some new stuff there. Photographs of performances by Low and Cloud Cult.
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08.13
Derek waits for a canoe trip to begin by drawing on rocks with the colored pebbles his brother found for him.
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08.12
Paul Metzger's performance with if thousands at the Mac in Duluth was amazing tonight. Paul is a guitar, banjo & sitar virtuoso from the seminal Minneapolis band, TVBC. What he can do has to be seen & heard to be believed.
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08.11
A strange photo, I agree. My dad by the fire last weekend.
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08.10
Brandon wanted a turn in my kayak this weekend, so I adjusted the footpegs and got him settled in. He noticed immediately how a kayak feels like a part of your body once you're out in it.
"I'm half man, half kayak," he exclaimed and swung the back around. "Look at my beautiful young tail!"
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08.09
These were shot the Saturday before last from a distance of about 3 feet. See the 08/04 entry for more about this show, or better yet read this.
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08.08
Looking back through some pictures from early spring and decided I really like this shot. Or I really like fog. Or something.
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08.07
I'm gone all weekend canoeing the St. Croix River with my boys. Well, they're canoeing. I'm harassing them from my kayak. Karla is posting updates for me in my absence. So if everything blows up over the weekend you know whodunit.
Thanks baby.
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08.06
The hand belongs to my son Brandon, yesterday's guest photographer. If anyone knows who drew that on him, let me know. Just curious (I suppose I could ask Brandon).
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08.05
My son Brandon took this photo. He was quite excited about it on the day. That being my birthday. Family and friends had gathered in my father's backyard to grill burgers and wish me a happy 37th. Brandon was recieveing birthday wishes as well, though his 14th wasn't until the 13th. He kept borrowing my camera (and I always let him). This ginormous dragonfly was having the time of its life playing in the the artificial wind of an outdoor fan. Turn it off and it would go away. Turn it back on and hello, it was back. Diving and careening. Looping and swooping. Making aerodynamic love to the fan. Over and over. Brandon, having an attention deficit advantage (like his father), noticed this and understood the dragonfly's objective. It wanted nothing more than to grab hold of the fan's grille and cling white-knuckled. Basking up close in the fan's windy current. Brandon could relate and so was able to capture this moment: A dragonfly, happy as hell absorbing the pleasure of wind. Good job, son.
The photographic genius of Henri Cartier-Bresson died yesterday. To quote the press: He took up the camera in the 1930s after first studying painting, and went on to become one of the pioneers of the new art form of photography. Cartier-Bresson was credited with the idea of the "decisive moment" in photography, which he described as "the simultaneous recognition, in a fraction of a second, of the significance of an event as well as the precise organisation of forms which give that event its proper expression."
At times like these tears speak more eloquently than words.
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08.04
Got this while chatting after Low's all-acoustic set at the 400 Bar last Saturday. The show had been billed as an Alan Sparhawk solo show to keep it low-key - allowing the band to be more experimental and play lots of new stuff. Sounds like the new record is going to be fantastic.
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08.03
Aaron Molina of if thousands suggested that I photograph Paul Metzger's performance at the 400 Bar on the grounds that "he's f#@king amazing." To hear what he means, listen to these samples. You've never heard anyone do anything remotely like this with a banjo. Simply transcendent.
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08.02
This morning at church, darling Regina wrapped her arms around her little brother and began twirling in circles, laughing and dancing. This is not the first time I have photographed Regina being cute at church.
Today is my birthday, which was celebrated yesterday with family. Thanks to everyone who came out. T'was great fun. To quote Bilbo, "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
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08.01
Bumped into a Fobia skateboarding competition today while out for a walk. The kids on the boards were great but the MC thought he was their god. Occasionally, when a kid landed his trick or did something cool, the MC would ask into the mic "Hey kid, what's your name?" sounding impressed, as if he'd scouted a new star.
This all made for fine drama until one carrot-topped lad did a 360 in the air and landed on his twirling board neat as you please, causing the awestruck MC to ask "Hey Greg, what's your name?"
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