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10.30
Friday night drunken shenanaguns and laughter. I seem to remember taking this photo before, last April actually. They're even in the same order:
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10.29
Noisy photo. But it makes me giggle in the same way this one did. I gotta start remembering to reset my ISO. That and white balance. Everytime I customize them for some situation, I always forget to switch back. This would otherwise have been a smoother image. Oh well.
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10.26
Lori in her new glasses. Between the motion blur on her and the gentle background blur behind her, this almost looks 3-D - like those old baseball cards. My new lens is really quite something.
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10.24
Thordur Tomasson is the curator of the Skogar Folk Museum situated in the amazing landscape of Skogar, Iceland. Thordur started the museum with artifacts he had found and had in his possession from family and friends. On the tour he gave Lori's group she photgraphed him playing music and singing in Icelandic.
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10.22
Wade cannot be explained. He's a force of nature all his own, mocking description. Wade loves all. He just does. Like Johnny does. Lets go and loves all. Lets there be peace.
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10.20
Taken of my roomates back in July, on a long lazy afternoon.
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10.19
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10.16
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10.13
Two people I miss seeing everyday. They were good friends at the company where I work. Jason is a DJ with his own show out at Burning Man every year. Hillarious individual. After he moved out to Portland the place wasn't the same, and she quit a few months later.
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10.11
Lori trying on a bridal wreath of carnations and orchids she made in class at the U.
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10.09
I enjoy watching Scott rock out all over a canvas.
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10.08
Derek sporting his Scarface shirt at church. Say hello to my little friend, indeed.
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10.07
Taken out my apartment window.
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10.05
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10.04
When you go to a typical concert, the experience is broken up into songs. Unless the band is theatrical (i.e. Pink Floyd's The Wall tour), there is no encompassing arc. Cloud Cult defeats this limitation, usually in duplicate or triplicate, as several artists develop their reaction to the music on canvas before you as it hits them live. By the encore, the cumulative effect of song after song has colored, tainted, painted and repainted itself. Differing experiences of the same sonic environment develop and confront you from every side. And when the lights come on after all is sung and done, the finished works stand as testaments to the ideals that rang out onstage and are carried home aglow in every departing car.
See this band if you care about music. Trust me.
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10.03
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10.02
Just as I saw it. For a brief moment Cloud Cult's super-talented new bass player appeared to have put on Frodo's ring, or become a man-shaped dimensional portal... or something.
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10.01
Hanging out with Brandon at Pizza Luce down the block from my place.
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