Sunday, May 31, 2009

Hermit’s Rest

Sunset near Hermit’s Rest in the Grand Canyon.

Hermit’s Rest is at the end of a narrow, winding road only usable by shuttle buses. The bus just barely got us there in time for sunset. Unfortunately it was also just in time for Wendy’s camera batteries to run out, so she headed back to the village. I wandered off, engrossed in sunset photos.

After sunset I headed back to the bus station. The dark, deserted, lonely bus station ten miles from anything. Ten miles of wolves, coyotes, cougars and probably dragons or something. Yeah, it was a little eerie.

I sat around there for 20 minutes, telling myself I really hadn’t screwed up the time zones, there really was another bus. It turned out I was right, thankfully.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Infectiously Hawt

Hmm, we need a new marketing gimmick to get people into the strip club. Let’s see, what are people talking about these days…. hey, Swine Flu seems to be pretty popular! And alliteration always sells, so how about Swine Flu Sundays! That sounds like something I’d want!

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Crazy Fool

We were out photographing sunrise at the Grand Canyon when a bunch of slightly insane college students showed up. They showed absolutely no fear of the edge, not even the healthy kind.

This is not any sort of a misleading photo. He really is crouched inches away from the edge of the Grand Canyon. It really is a very long way down. He really did stay there long enough for me to line up the tripod and take three shots.

Wendy was so freaked out she wouldn’t even look in this guy’s direction.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Smoke, Out

Last Saturday I was wandering around downtown snapping a few photos. Naturally I had my camera in hand. As I walked around a corner this dude struck a pose and said “Hey, you want me to model for you?”


Typically I don’t do street portraiture, but he just had so much enthusiasm I couldn’t help it. So I shot a couple of frames. He was actually pretty good at it!

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Street Serenade


Last week I spotted the second most elusive kind of street musician – the harpist. Street pianists are even harder to find, though they do exist



I think this fellow was just playing to while away the time. He wasn’t in a crowded area, didn’t have out a hat for tips, and in fact seemed totally oblivious to the world. I tried to get his attention to make sure he was okay with being photographed, but his eyes were closed.



I don’t know a whole lot about harp music, but it sounded pretty good to me. Rock on harp dude!