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08.31
Taken on a whim sometime between 9 and 10:00 last night right as dusk became night, as I was leaving. 20 seconds on a tripod. The aircraft's timing was fortunate. Anyone know which planets those are? Jupiter and Venus, I think... and I have no idea what star sits in the top half. I'd like to know.
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08.30
Michael Ferrier of Electropolis playing Metropolis. This was taken last year. A very interesting show.
Sample track: Heart Machine (1.8mb mp3)
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08.29
The Black-Eyed Snakes are battering wrenching fedback catharsis. Distorted and electrifying. These photos were taken under the packed rowdy tent at last month's Greenman Festival.
Sample track: No Good Daddy (8.2mb mp3)
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08.28
"Come, Boy, sit down.
Sit down and rest.
And the boy did
And the tree was happy."
- Shel Silverstein
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08.27
Erica in my parent's backyard at a dual birthday picnic thrown for Brandon and myself.
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08.26
(no explanation given)
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08.25
Perceptions are funny things. No, I do not spend all of my time at Hidden Beach. But when I am there I seem to get great pictures so it might seem that I do (many of the recent ones are from the same day). The place teems with characters, and somehow it has a unique leveling effect on them. Here CEOs sit on logs and have epic discussions with hit-bottom drunks about life and existence. There is always music, hillarity and runaway conversation, and you always come away with new friends. It is an uncommon place.
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08.24
This place can be bliss.
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08.23
For all his troubles, Johnny Love is one of the kindest souls I know.
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08.22
A spectacular Sunday afternoon at the beach turned stunning when these two started jamming together. Ashley I've seen before. She's an excellent songwriter and plays a lot of open mics around town. Erik is new to me. An interesting character. Boozy and hillarious. Wild like a sonny boy. Reminds me of a young Tom Waits. A tremendously talented and soulful musician. Can't wait to see him play again at the Turf Club (on September 2).
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08.21
What you can't tell from the angle of the shot is that the stones are all slab-shaped and alternate so that from above the stack looks like an "x."
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08.20
Eric bashing it out last night with the Retribution Gospel Choir at the Uptown Bar.
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08.19
A yellow warning sign. The down-arrow outlined in dust, the gangscrawl with the prominent "ME," and two well-placed strips of electrical tape warn that my lust could be my downfall.
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08.18
This is Sammy Weyandt of the White Iron Band, photographed during a roadtrip to the 10,000 Lakes Festival.
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08.17
Relaxed at the beach and watched yesterday's sunset after my first day at the new job.
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08.16
Dave and Annie got married over the weekend. What you can't see in the picture is the incoming golfball from the course adjacent to the property. It struck moments later within a few feet of them just as they were exchanging their vows.
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08.15
Derek in the national forest campground in NW Wisconsin where we stayed during the canoe trip last weekend.
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08.14
My nephew Alec showing me his room and telling me what he liked about the new Star Wars movie.
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08.13
The Monarch, which is fleeing my presence, seems upside-down in this photo. Actually, its wings are on the downbeat. Too bad no one was there to photograph the butterfly-chasing fool running around in the south field with a camera.
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08.12
This is the last shot in the series. There are two others here and here.
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08.11
The river in these photos is the White River in Northwestern Wisconsin. Once, as a teenager, I kayaked this river in the spring after torrential rains. It was unforgettable. Massive rapids... a raging hour and a half thrill ride that might've drown a less experienced paddler. Not this time. In August the trip becomes four hours of miniscule barely-even-white water. Still, it was better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.
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08.10
Nick and Steve Z, and Brandon are in the background. The kid with the yo-yo is Derek.
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08.09
The river trip last weekend turned out to be a few inches shallow of a good time and many of the rapids were impassable rock gardens through which we often had to drag our canoes. My Dad happened to be in the only aluminum canoe which meant he got hung up more often than the rest of us, and trailed by about 30 minutes when we reached the end. This begins a short series of pictures made during the wait for his arrival.
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08.08
This picture of Nick reminds me of another of his sister.
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08.07
(nothing posted, on vacation)
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08.06
(nothing posted, on vacation)
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08.05
(nothing posted, on vacation)
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08.04
I was going through some old photos and found this shot of Al playing with Low in Duluth. It was taken on the same night as this one. The mp3 is from a great show they had in Paris in 1999:
Live track: Over the Ocean (3.7mb mp3)
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08.03
As I shot this, Chris was musing aloud that the clubhouse at Wrigley Field is as important a national landmark as, say, the Statue of Liberty.
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08.02
I admit these are wierd. Noisy. Infrared. Unusual lens flares. Perfect. They attempt to capture the essence of the strange droning haunt of a score if thousands (clad in bizzare white bio-hazzard suits) gave the otherwise silent film The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari at 2am a few Saturday nights ago at the Greenman Festival.
I took a short little video clip to demonstrate how the unusual infrared flare in the third photo moved through my wide-angle converter. The pattern is caused by a miniature Christmas tree sitting on the table. This will also give you an idea of what the music was like:
Video clip: Wierd night (4.3mb mpg)
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08.01
This woman works at Borders in Uptown. She helped me find a book one day and knew right away I wanted to photograph her and that great tattoo. A few minutes later, her shift ended and I followed her outside and asked her to pose (something I very rarely do). She pleasantly agreed.
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