say what?

world view

he had grander things in mind than looking through his brand-new table-top telescope.

ms rodeo in the golden hour

i have no name for this photo but that's ok right.
i think it's just a feature. feature, like, oh, thats an interesting angle...

fire

burned down his house...

...and garage.

rain

which it has a lot lately.

family visit in the slc

i never shot rodeo before and kind of got carried away by everything but the rodeo. I wish i'd had more time to ditch shooting the action and scanning the roster for locals and just roam around.

air show

this prep air show today was so loud at times i felt nauseous and crumbled up notebook to stuff into my ears. a group of kids from the make-a-wish foundation were invited, who started screaming when the f-16s twisted and turned over the tarmac or came shooting over our heads. even the little deaf boy cried because of the vibrations in his body.tomorrow we'll be out there again all day...baking in the sun, shooting maneuvering planes that give me some sort of air noise ptsd.

brigham skate park

it's where the cool kids hang.

mom and son

as i was shooting a stand-alone of the us air force band, i saw these two share a moment there....

baaaaseball's back

at a six-hour baseball marathon of two back-to-back games i had some time to look the other way.

come fishy fishy....

catfish for consumption

grrrls r us

with noodles, umbrellas and pbr out by the reservoir.

+/- 8

micha's jet lag.

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i wish i'd had more time to walk around and shoot. i squeezed off most photos en route to some other appointment, lunch or train departure. in hamburg we finally went on a walk along the elbe river with a little more time to breathe, a little more time to take in the surroundings.

die liebste ise

("my god, you're so pretty!" for all non-german speakers, it's what the mirror says)

Clärchens Ballhaus

Mario and Gypsy took me here: large blind mirrors riddled with shrapnel, a floor that still carries the dirt from pre-war dance festivities and lit with nothing but candle light and a chandelier reaching down from the ceiling. we had a bottle of rosé and listened to a band of four fine gentlemen.

life is fleeting II

i wanted to sit by your bed and keep holding your hand. i resented the fact that i was responsible enough to catch that plane and go back to work. and then i'm out the door and life keeps rolling on. and i keep swallowing that little ball of pain that tells me to go see you and for once not care about being an adult with a life centered around a full time job with benefits. and instead sit by your bed and keep holding your hand, as my heart tells me to do.

airborne

there was little time to breathe, rushing to see family, friends and running to meetings, crisscrossing the country. here to munich for the day.

berlin calling

i went back home for the first time in a year and a half. it's this weird feeling i get of being estranged but at the same time belonging there. i never consciously feel german until i'm there. and i notice all the things i'd forgotten along the way. i sometimes ask myself what i'm doing over here but that only lasts until i remember what i've got. its nice to think of what has happened since i left, and to appreciate a little more my city that surely i can always come back to. anyway...

The rocks | they will always hold in the sea | and erosion can't stop their being | oh no currents can defeat them | and I am thankful for the love | these rocks have always given

And although | this boat is steady now | one wave could pull me under | and I'll be stranded out at sea | and I will pray that those rocks | will be there for me

(Noah and the Whale)