Workshop, Day One

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.

Obsession

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".

Texas

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