Sun Valley, home of the bacon sleeve?

 A few friends and I decided to spend the weekend at Dane's house in Sun Valley.  So we loaded up the cars, with no real plans and set off.  Even without a real agenda, we managed to keep ourselves quite busy.  From hanging out in thrift stores to lounging around the house, it was quite blissful.  Trips like this are the best kind of trip.  Good times. 

 

 

Pioneer Cabin. Sun Valley, ID.

I tossed and turned as rays of light shined through cracks in my window.  Trying to close my eyes for a few more minutes.  It didn't work.  The light, it was too blinding.  I rolled over and exclaimed expletives as the clock read 10:30 AM.  What time did we make it to bed?  Did we make brats last night?  Where are my socks?  All questions rampaging through my head like a hoard of children who haven't eaten.  I willed the courage to leave bed, hoping for a simple yet satisfying breakfast.  Which did not come.  For another 7 hours.  Instead, we loaded up the bright yellow Jeep, aptly named, Ol' yeller and headed into town.  As we lurched down the leaf covered streets of Ketchum, the cool fall air seemed to help.  After completing errands around town, the rampaging children had settled down.  No longer were they stomping around in my head.  Coupled with the hope for nourishment, things were looking up daisies.  However, those hopes were crushed, as we went on a hike instead.  Which wasn't so bad.  Definitely worth the view. 

Grief.

Grief, sorrow, anguish whatever you want to call it, we all have to deal with it at some point in our lives.  It is inevitable.  All we can hope for is that we are somewhat prepared to handle whatever trials and tribulations arise.  However, that is rarely the case.  The delivery of bad news often triggers a chain of reactions within the beholder.  From excessive exercise to substance abuse it is merely a coping mechanism.  Many become so horrified that this event is forever etched into their minds.  Some choose to mourn.  Others choose to forget.  Regardless, grief has a profound effect on one's relationships with others.  In this series, I wanted to capture the moods/activities of people who were dealing with grief.

Sun Tunnels

After three years of rampant desire to camp out by the Sun Tunnels, a couple of friends and I finally made it out there.  Located ~40 miles Northeast of Wendover (The Dirty Dover) the drive out was less than pristine.  The washboard road, complete with millions of rocks and unexpected potholes was quite exciting in a small Subaru.  After an hour or so of bone rattling vibrations we finally came across what seemed to be the turn off for the Sun Tunnels.  Marked with a teepee of steel rods and a forlorn tire, the Tunnels seemed a mirage in the distance.  As we ventured down this road, it seemed as if we were heading the wrong direction.  Unsure of where we should go, we decided to continue down this path.  A few minutes later, we encountered this battered truck with various slogans spray painted on and riddled with various caliber bullets.  After taking a few pictures of this truck we decided to continue on.  However, we immediately noticed that this road was headed in the wrong direction.  After putting around brush and attempting to drive as the crow flies towards the Sun Tunnels, we decided to head back to the main road and find a different path.  Which we found.  After an hour or so of being completely lost, we finally made it.  Post setting up camp, we commenced the process of taking pictures and dehydrating ourselves.  Hoping to be one of the few campers there was probably a bit optimistic.  Being the Summer Solstice, a hoard of picture takers soon descended around the tunnels.  All taking the SAME picture.  Anyway, here are a bunch of photos I took while we were there.  

If you don't know what the Sun Tunnels are or who creator Nancy Holt is, check out this link.

Sun Tunnels: More Photos

Street Perspective.

I have recently become obsessed with the idea of how we as a race create these monstrous structures to house us, conduct business, enjoy ourselves, etc, etc. These structures are often sterile, rigid, and loaded with repetition. We create these overwhelming structures that vastly contrast our organic shape. It is this juxtaposition of rigid structures and organic shapes that has consumed me. I want to portray how we as people fit into these concrete jungles that we call cities. These shots are taken from a pedestrian perspective to retain objectivity. Enjoy

This girl named Jordan.

Another plunge into the portrait world. This time a shoot with an old friend, named Jordan. Hope you enjoy

This girl named Ceciley.

As of late I have started to realize that there are only a few types of photography that people seem to be into. Those photos consist of pretty landscapes and this idea of fashion photographs. Which, let's face it, are glorified portraits. If you don't produce these formulated landscapes with the vibrance cranked up to a million or a scantily clad female wearing next to nothing, no one really gives the work more than 5 seconds of viewing time. Which is sad, because there are so many photographs that i could spend days looking at, but no one really seems to care about the details anymore. The details are what makes an image interesting. There's nothing wrong with these types of imagery, they just get a bit old after awhile. In addition, I'm just not very into these types of images. Despite all of this I thought I'd check out what the fuss is all about. Anyway, here are a few samples of this wonderful girl I know named, Ceciley. This is my plunge into mainstream images. I will say, it is kind of enjoyable, but I don't think I could do that all the time.

More New York.