Kyle and I just moved in... to this old minneapolis house part deaux . Here's a picture of the living room floor between carpet and the shape its in right now... sadly, this is soft wood that MIGHT be okay to refinish, but there is some scary asbestos tiling tht we can't get up... you know what that means... the feared and dreaded..CARPET!
http://www.oldminneapolishouse.com/
Down in Texas I forgot my camera at the hotel one night and the light was just gorgeous. So I stole my mom's d80 and snapped this guy. I wish i had payed attention to the iso (1000) so it would be a little more clean. Oh well!
Number one, Number two, number one, number two... which one do you prefer? Nice blue sky? Natural Grey sky?
My friend Claudia and I rode around today and went to a few different studios and galleries that are participating in the art-a-whirl. Seeing as we just bought a new house, I was really looking for a few pieces (prints... i'm not quite at the rich and famous stage yet) for the new place. I found Sean Tubridry's Stuff and didn't buy any, but plan to hit up his place tomorrow. He has some really cool screenprints of vintage cameras (im kind of obsessed with vintage cameras... which is why I was so excited to win this
) and some vespa prints too... also a little scooter crazy. I am hopefully going to head over there tomorrow morning and snatch a few up. We also headed to the gallery at Fox Tax on a recommendation from my friend Ryan and it turned out that Amy Rice's gallery was there too. I saw some of her stuff at Barbette earlier this week and really liked it. I purchased a grab bag that included variations of these prints
and purchased a 5x7 of this one framed
I wasn't in love with this picture, but my mom saw the "Merry Mixup" sign in the corner and it seemed to trigger... something, so figured I'd better use it.
Initially, I really liked this scene. Ultimately, the workshop was really dark and I was using my beloved 12-24 (with a damn f4) which lead me to a really High ISO. I hate noise in my pictures. I can deal with grain, it looks ... normal. Noise to me looks tacky. I hate noise. I did by best to turn noise into grain in this, and I still really wish I had my 50mm/1.4 with me when I was in the shop. If you have any workflow recommendations to make this image better, let me know... I'm done being frustrated with it.
My granddad was was a builder. He was always building something, and I fondly remember when he was proud of me as a 12 year old when I opened the package he sent me that was sealed in a laminate box secured with screws. His full name was Issac Edwin Newberry Jr. (my family is full of long names), but went by Ed, or more affectionately Eddie. I was in his workshop taking pictures when Kyle pointed out this little spot that had the family "N" and his name printed out. I think it's a good intro to my week of pictures dedicated to him, which I also think would make him proud. Being more mechanically inclined than design, I think it's his influence that attracted me to photography to begin with. My mom and I are the first to admit our lack of design ability, but we easily see things in a technical way makes sense. I understand how photography works, which is why I use it as my artistic medium.
I think I have a small love for mold. Not the gross kind that grows on strawberries, tomatoes, or worst of all, cucumbers (the smell is worse than rotting potatoes... things you learn when you work in a grocery store). But the pretty mold that grows on trees, and old wooden structures. Tomorrow I'll be starting a series in my Granddad's work shop, but for today, I give you "Mold".
As some of you may know, I had to make a quick trip down to Mansfield, Texas last week. I'll focus on the reasons behind that in my next blog entry, but since everyone has been waiting for so long, I'll just drop off this fun picture. There were bread crumbs and sunflower seeds to feed the fish (in the pond, which for whatever reason, is called a Tank... a very large tank I guess, since I was man-made). The normally walkable trip to the tank has been taken over by wild flowers and "pasture" (ie, SNAKES!!!) so the golf cart had to be used. My 14 year old cousin Andrew (who is also 6'4"... [and you though I developed early]) enjoyed the fact that he was allowed to drive the golf cart, Meredith enjoyed hitching a ride, and my brother Benesh is always up for an adventure. I knew it would be a good picture. I just wish you could see the wind-mill too.
For non-photo related fun, this German website is SO up my alley. From what I understand (from the two years of German I took over 10 years ago... oh god, I'm aging!) these are package pictures versus what the real food looks like. Hit the button that says nächstes >> for more images. I bet I could do this with TJ's food and create quite a following
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