Sunday, August 31, 2008

today was fall

with heavy clouds and hours of rain. my jacket still smelled like campfire. i had hot tea. beautiful.


the newest member of the syracuse high school cheerleading squad. hopefully there will be more of her later. a lot more.

best skiing under the sun

the season kick-off for a local snowboard shop came in 95-degree heat but with forecasts of the first snow above 8,000 feet for the next week. we'll see if that holds true.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

the plumber

I've been looking for alternatives in case the whole photojournalism thing won't cut it anymore five years down the road.


this guy spent almost half a year in jail after being falsely accused of molesting a child. he was on parole for drug charges when it happened and the accusation sent him right back to prison. it just, for some reason, took several months for authorities to schedule a court hearing where he was immediately acquitted. let's these months he lost his landscaping company, his car and reputation, because people recognize him, after the media here and in Mexico picked up the story. people ask him if he's the child molester and he ends up facing a jury all over again.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

happy aprons

this lady was as cheerful as her house, which was bright and funky from top to bottom. she designs aprons, slippers, bags and gloves that made me want to stay at home and bake warm cookies, happily draped in these little specks of color.

It's time

I went up into the clock tower of the Brigham City court building with this guy, who took apart the big ancient clock in it. We scrambled up the side of the building, and he kept slipping in and out of the big hole where the glass face had been. Then it rang."A minute and ten seconds late," he said after a studious look onto his wrist watch. Big grin. Tick Tack. One of the more fun assignments this week.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

where'd he go?


is parked at a different spot in downtown Ogden every day. He sits hidden under the big beach umbrella. He's sat like that for years. I wonder how many people stop to chat. How many care to take a peek at the nice guy hidden under the umbrella in downtown Ogden.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

paddle fest

beach-y, colorful-y, prett-y, happ-y, good people-y, water-y, scener-y, sun-y, sand-y...and a dog-y in the water who didn't make the photo cut but who was...uhm...cute-y anywa-y. good times.
I also shot video, which currently is here

Saturday, August 23, 2008

midnight shooting spree

roaming home and garden

balling it

kids. bowling. that's it.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Life's good...

...when soapy water makes you wonder.

Monday, August 18, 2008


Herb Garman, the new director of the Val A. Browning Center at Weber State University, took me on a tour of the place. It's the school's theater majors' playground and hosts guest plays. Herb does mostly administrative stuff now. But he loves the stage — he told me. And told me again. And probably again. There was no need to. It's written all over his face.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Tststs....I saw that.

Herr Provost and Vice President for Academic Affairs just steps over the construction tape...and was followed by a good dozen of other Weber State officials plus myself. For the tour of the new wing of the student union.

Radio 5000

I shot the broadcast of the 5,000th episode of Radio from Hell, which is now based out of Salt Lake, but started at this little studio in Ogden. The three hosts have a pretty strong fan base, some of whom waited outside in the hallway, peeking through the windows, getting autographs, dropping off fries or sun glasses. Sun glasses, yes. Radio from hell: basically poking fun at anything and talking about who did who in that studio back in the olden days.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Fifteen-year-olds manning booths at the amusement park. High school kids selling corn by the side of the road. A woman fined by the city for her brown and dead lawn. A kid washing a car so he could pay for the window he shattered with a sling shot. Rafting below. My first week at the Standard-Examiner.