These are October's Daily Photos posted to my Facebook photography page. To see them full size, go to http://facebook.com/glenncookphotography. All photos are for sale.
With less than two hours to go before the all-important game 7 of the World Series, here are some observations and stats from the all-too-wild game 6:
1. Well, my Astros in 6 prediction went bust. And I’m not displeased, although that may be the sleep deprivation talking.
2. Last night’s bartender (there have been quite a few during this postseason) complained that he can’t get “Baby Shark” out of his head no matter how hard he tries. My guaranteed antidote (though not necessarily a better choice): the 1-877-Kars for Kids jingle.
3. I’d like to thank the sportswriters of America for joining me in dubbing this series “weird.”
4. The best example of how strange this series is: It is the first time in 1,420 best-of-seven postseason series across MLB, NBA and NHL in which the road team has won each of the first six contests. (And Houston had an unbelievable 65-22 home record through the regular season and two rounds prior to the start of this series.)
5. Examples of Game 6 weirdness: The first base interference call on Turner in the 7th; Alex Bregman and Juan Soto suddenly becoming their own bat boys; Verlander remains winless in World Series starts. And those are just the things you know about.
6. Stephen Strasburg tied six other pitchers with his fifth win in the postseason. Max Scherzer can join the list if he wins tonight. Strasburg also is the first starter to go 5-0 in a single postseason.
7. Soto’s three World Series home runs are the most by a player at age 21 or younger in a single World Series.
8. Leading into game 7, the Astros have 28 runs in the series to the Nationals’ 27, even though the only one-run game was the first one. This is only the third time teams were separated by one or no runs entering game 7 since 1967.
9. Zach Greinke and Scherzer are the first pair of Cy Young winners to face off in a game 7 in World Series history.
10. The last time the World Series went to a Game 7, the Astros beat the Dodgers in L.A. Now they’re trying to avoid a similar fate on their home turf.
“Play ball,” he shouts while yawning.
World Series game 5 observations:
1, The weekend comes down to this: The Nationals haven’t won a World Series home game since Oct. 5, 1933.
2. Not sure if it was the after effect of the waterlogged Marine Corps marathon, but this was a weird night even by D.C. standards. You know it’s weird when the president gets booed by a majority of the masses (with chants of “Lock him up” for good measure) and people shrug their shoulders afterward. An elderly woman sitting next to us said it was the best thing she’d seen all night.
3. Additional oddities: A rainy monsoon-type morning turned into a beautiful evening, with temperatures in the 70s at game time; Scherzer was scratched two hours before due to spasms; two women flash Gerritt Cole in a publicity stunt and are “indefinitely” banned from all MLB games; calls for robo umpires are rampant following several missed calls at the plate; and the visiting team has now won all five games in the Series.
4. Credit to the Nationals and the Secret Service: The lines moved well going into the stadium. Getting in took only a couple of minutes longer than it did the night before.
5. You have to feel bad for Joe Ross, who was thrown into a starting role with Scherzer’s injury and was victimized by one of those bad calls. He then gave up a two-run homer and turned it over to the bullpen down 4-0.
6. By now, everyone should know the odds of a Nationals reliever getting three outs in the middle innings are the same as containing a bull in a pen made of cardboard.
7. The Astros fans travel well. I saw a number of shirts and hats at the marathon, and there was a considerable amount of orange in the stadium Sunday night. Their loyalty was rewarded.
8. Cole looked like the pitcher who entered the game with 363 regular and postseason strikeouts, but it can’t be discounted that the Nationals played with fungo bats throughout the three-game homestand.
9. I’m so glad it’s a travel day — for them, not me.
10. Game 6: Strasberg vs. Verlander, who remarkably has never won a World Series start. Will my Astros in 6 prediction — seemingly unrealistic when the weekend started —hold up?
There'a reason I call this past Friday to Sunday a "bucket list weekend."
On Friday, Jill and I went to Nashville to see Jason Isbell & the 400 Unit at the Ryman Auditorium, a holy cathedral of live music featuring one of our favorite artists. Before our flight left, we had a chance to see Emma, who came down from New York to attend game 3 of the World Series.
After flying back Saturday, I attended my first-ever World Series games between my two favorite teams with Jill and my friend/brother from another mother Eric Kleppinger. Then, on Sunday morning between the two games, Kate, Matthew, and I met Nicholas and the Croxons at the end of the Marine Corps Marathon to cheer on Conner, who finished the 26.2 mile race in 4 hours and 11 minutes, averaging less than 10 minutes per mile.
One concert, two baseball games, three adult child sightings = 72 hours I'll never forget. #gratitude #weareTHATfamily
Observations about World Series games 3 and 4 (with a few travel side roads added for good measure):
1. Due to our bucket list, 23-hour trip to Nashville, we did not attend game 3, the first World Series contest hosted in Washington, D.C. since 1933. And it sounds like we didn't miss much.
2. In fact, game 3 seemed to mirror the first two, except the teams exchanged uniforms. After the Astros left a ton of runners on base in games 1 and 2, the Nationals could not get a critical hit when it was needed.
3. Seeing Jason Isbell & the 400 Unit was a great first trip to the legendary Ryman Auditorium, but the buckets of drizzle and gloomy skies in Nashville apparently were foreboding signs of things to come for Washington's baseball team. (No frogs, thank goodness.)
4. Travel Observation #1: If you're going to describe yourself as a cosmopolitan city (and we love Nashville), closing your restaurant 45 minutes to an hour early because you "ran out of food" and saying that's "the way we've always done it" is no excuse. (This is especially true if you are the only restaurant within short walking distance from three new hotels.)
5. Travel Observation #2: If said new hotel is going to charge full price rates, it should have the amenities you come to expect when you pay full price. Telling your customers that you can't provide room service because you haven't built the restaurant yet (but have made no mention of this on your reservations website) may be factually accurate, but it's not a good look.
6. Back to baseball: As hard as this Series has been to watch for this Astros/Nationals fan, it was beyond cool to be in the stands for game 4. But in reality, the game was sort of a dud, a grind it out victory for the Astros to tie the series at two games each.
7. If voting for Gold Gloves took place today, Anthony Rendon and Victor Robles surely would win. Both made spectacular defensive plays in the Nationals loss.
8. Otherwise, the Nationals seemed tight throughout game 4. The pitching was meh and several hitters could not get untracked. It made for a long night.
9. Case in point: When Wander Suero has the best results of any of your staff, that should tell you something. All series long, I’ve said that if Suero actually pitches in the World Series, something is dreadfully wrong.
10. Case in point #2: Fernando Rodney, age 42, pitching to Alex Bregman (possible AL MVP) with the bases loaded. I turned to my friend Eric and said we should leave when Bergman hits a grand slam. Next pitch: Dinger.
11. We stayed for the rest of the game.
12. My daughter-in-law, Conner, is running the Marine Corps Marathon in the rain. Major props to her and to my son, Nick, who ran a half marathon last weekend. After the week we’ve had, I’m struggling to get out of bed.
13. It’s a three-game series, folks. I’m hoping my Astros in 6 prediction doesn’t come true.
Those who follow my page know that I shoot a lot of live concerts. When I can't get a photo pass, I join the masses in using my iPhone.
How these photos turn out is often a mixed bag. Cellphone cameras don't capture movement well — if at all — and the lighting also is a challenge.
But when the show you're attending is a bucket list item — my first concert at the legendary Ryman Auditorium in Nashville, with Jason Isbell & the 400 Unit, no less — you've got to try.
Fortunately, the lighting for Friday's show — part of Isbell's annual residency at the Ryman — was good. And our seats, in the front row of the balcony, also helped.
These photos show what you can get with an iPhone when the circumstances are right. They're not as good as I can get with my DSLR. But, given the circumstances, they are a great memory of a great show.
For more photos, go to my Facebook album here.
This is the project Emma is working on: A one-man show telling the story of a father who lost his son in the Stoneman Douglas high school shooting last year. GUAC: My Son, My Hero will be performed in New York on Nov. 22 following performances in Los Angeles and Miami earlier this year.
We are beyond proud of Emma and her fellow MSA alumni (Sam Cornbrooks and Alex Cornbrooks) who are involved with this important project coming to a city near you in 2020. Go Team GUAC!
For both of you watching the Redskins-Vikings game on this World Series travel day, the song that just ran going into the commercial break could not have been a more accurate description of the DC football team.
“God, what a mess. On the ladder of success. Took one step and missed the whole first rung...”
— The Replacements, “Bastards of Young”
World Series Game 2 observations:
1. First inning aside for both teams, this was the pitching duel we expected to see for most of the night.
2. The Nats bullpen has been the definition of "It ain't over til it's over" all season, so I was just as shocked as anyone by the implosion of the Astros in the late innings.
3. Understatement of the year from Joe Buck: The Nationals bullpen has "some question marks."
4. In the eighth inning, I was texting with an Astros friend and made a reference to the Nationals as "we," for which I was summarily chided. I proceeded to explain that my other team "had gone wee, wee, wee 20 minutes earlier while still at home." He was not amused.
5. The entire night felt like a flashback to 2017, but now it's the Astros who are the fat cows and the Nationals who are the underdogs with destiny on their side.
6. Nerd Fact #1: Verlander has walked the opening batter of a game on four pitches only three times in his career. One of those three was on Wednesday.
7: Nerd Fact #2: The Nationals have scored 30 runs with two outs during this post season. (See #5)
8. Nerd Fact #3: Michael A. Taylor has more home runs during the playoffs than he did during the regular season. And that's why baseball is a great game.
9. Interesting perspective I hadn't thought of: The AL was a case of haves and have nots this year. You were either great or dueling with the Tigers and Orioles for the first pick in the draft. The NL was far more balanced and battle tested, with regular season races going down to the final day. You have to wonder whether that has had an effect on this series, at least so far.
10. I love aerial coverage of domed stadiums.
World Series Game 1 thoughts/opinions/questions:
1. That Soto kid might have a future in this. Hope liquor doesn't get in the way when he's legal to drink.
2. Was this karma for the Astros' bungling of the assistant GM comments? Exception to that: A.J. Hinch’s response was thoughtful, appropriate, and spot-on.
3. Nerd stat: Gerritt Cole was 19-0 in his last 25 starts prior to Tuesday. The last time he lost, the Nationals' record was 19-30. That's just crazy.
4. It was beyond appropriate that Zimmerman scores the first run in the Nats’ World Series history. On a monster home run, no less.
5. Springer’s blast reminded me of 2017. Zimmerman’s reminded me of 2005-2011.
6. When Martinez brought on Rainey in the 7th, I misspoke and referred to the relievers as the Redskins bullpen. Thank goodness THAT wasn't the case.
7. I'm tellin' ya, this feels like 2017, but with a different team.
8. I love baseball, but my internal organs (specifically heart and liver) are ready for it to be over.
Something I love to do, and don’t get to do often enough, is go out on random shoots with other photographers. I enjoy collaboration and learning how others approach this craft, and find that i gain something new from each experience.
Which brings me to early Sunday morning. A longtime friend and fellow photographer, Gary Rubin, and I have tried to get together off and on for one of these shoots for almost a year. Trying to pick a site, we decided to hit the little-known Baltimore Cemetery.
Founded in 1850, the 85-acre cemetery sits at the intersection of North Avenue and Bel Air Road in northeast Baltimore, a part of the city that has been largely abandoned by residents and industry. Information about the cemetery is limited; there is no website and no one is on the grounds on Sundays.
What I did find is that the cemetery is home to much of Baltimore’s German population of the 19th and early 20th century. According to a Baltimore Sun article, many of the founders and workers in the city’s breweries from that time are represented at the cemetery, along with some prominent businessmen. One family plot near the front belongs to the Vonderhorsts, a family of brewers who also owned the Baltimore Orioles in the late 1800s.
Sunday was a miserable weather day, but Gary and I were got to cemetery shortly after the grounds were opened and managed to get in a few shots. Plans to go to other sites were thwarted, but I hope it won’t be long before we can go out shooting again.
To see more photos, go to my Facebook album here.
Earlier this year, my wife and I booked a bucket list trip to see Jason Isbell & The 400 Unit at the Ryman Auditorium this Friday. I’ve always wanted to see a show there and Isbell is one of our favorite musicians. Perfect. Check. Especially when I won the lottery to buy two tickets in the front row of the mezzanine.
I didn’t think much about the fact the World Series would be going on at the same time. After all, the Nationals were struggling to reach .500, let alone make a bid for the postseason glory that had so agonizingly eluded them.
I thought I had a better shot of seeing a World Series game sometime in my native Houston than ever seeing the Nats play one in our backyard.
When the opportunity came for the all-in postseason strip of Nationals tickets, we hesitated. Eventually, we bought them, in part because we knew any unused tickets will be credited toward the 20-game package we get each year.
You know the rest.
This does have a happy ending. We are giving the game 3 tickets to Emma, cutting our trip to Nashville short, and getting back in time for games 4 and 5. The amount of money we were set to spend for the extra nights in the hotel almost covered the change fees for the flights.
So I get to knock out multiple bucket list items in the same weekend, and with my favorite baseball teams playing each other to boot. Not bad at all...
“Who are you rooting for?” is a question I’ve been asked all week. (After a while, it starts to sound like someone is asking me who I voted for, although that answer should be far more obvious.)
If I have to pick, I’m going with the Nationals. They are a remarkable team with a remarkable story. As much as I love the Astros, they won in 2017 with a season that had a similar feel to this year’s Nats. And the Nationals remain the flawed but feisty underdog, just as they have been throughout the regular season and playoffs.
That said, the logical part of my otherwise illogical brain says it’s the Astros in 6. That might not be the case, but my hope is we can at least get a series that lives up to the billing of a “fall classic.”
Five random thoughts from the past week:
• Reminder of the day: The greatest investment you can make in your children is time.
• I dip my toe back into the increasingly chilly swamp to quote my favorite political line of the last month: “At least the Watergate burglars had the good sense to wear gloves.”
• One advantage to going to so many Nats postseason games is we’ve built a great collection of hand towels.
• Ragweed, how I hate thee...
• And my favorite of the past several days: Well I’ll be damned. We have baseball games to go to next week.
A couple of weeks ago, I had the opportunity to interview Scott Avett of the Avett Brothers and shoot the group's concert at Barclays Center in Brooklyn. I also had the chance to attend a meet and greet and found myself awkwardly posing in between members of the band.
You can find the lengthy interview on my music blog (http://glenncook.virb.com/music-live--otherwise) or soon on the Americana Highways website. For 70-plus photos from the concert, go to my Facebook photography page (@glenncookphotography)
Editor's note: I have only written a handful of sports stories and columns in my journalism career, but with the possibility of a Nationals/Astros World Series looming, I felt compelled to weigh in here. Skip if you'd like, but take a look at this photo I got following the Nationals Wild Card win two weeks ago. Its title: Catharsis.)
Two years ago, I went to see the Nationals at spring training with a good friend. The Nats' new facility was just opening and, better yet, they shared it with the Houston Astros, the team that turned me into a baseball fan.
Growing up in Houston, I'm a National League guy, and found it somewhat disconcerting when the Astros switched leagues almost a decade ago. That was when their teardown was imminent, and I suffered through the losses with many of my Texas friends and family. Becoming a fan of the National League's Nats was easy, given they local and starting to become a perennial playoff contender as my wife's interest in all things baseball emerged.
In 2017, the Astros and Nationals were slated to square off on the last day we were at spring training. Both teams were expected to do well, and some in the stands questioned if they would eventually meet in the biggest games of all.
I sat there in my Nationals hat and Astros shirt, hoping for that scenario and secretly dreading that it actually could happen. The exhibition game between the two squads finished in a 9-9 tie, which represented — for me at least — the best of both worlds.
The season, however, could not have gone more differently for the two teams. The Astros, the team I'd seen lose so many times in heartbreaking fashion, went on a magical run led by the trade deadline acquisition of Justin Verlander. In the ensuing weeks, as the region began to pick up the pieces from Hurricane Harvey, the Astros beat the Red Sox, Yankees and Dodgers in the playoffs to win the city's first-ever World Series title.
The Nationals, a veteran club that never lacked characters but somehow lacked personality, ran through the regular season without a glitch, only to lose yet again in the NLDS in what previously could have been termed "Astros-esque" fashion. Dusty Baker's contract was not renewed as the manager. Jason Werth got old and retired. The next year, Bryce Harper, the supposed star of the franchise, ditched the team for Philadelphia.
Last season was a disappointment for both teams. The Astros won more than 100 games, but were defeated by the Red Sox juggernaut. The Nationals struggled out of the gate and never found their footing.
The same scenario played out for the first two months of this season. In late May, around the time the Metro closed, making it more challenging for us to get to games easily, the Nationals were 19-31. Between the team and the transportation, Jill and I were pleased we had downgraded from a half season to a quarter season. (At least my free subscription to MLB.TV, a perk of having a quarter season or more, meant I could easily follow the Astros, who again were on a pace to win 100 games.)
We know what happened from there. The Astros easily won their division and added a dominant pitcher again at the trade deadline. They maneuvered past a stubborn Tampa Bay team in the ALDS and now are engaged in an epic battle with the Yankees to go to their second World Series in three years.
Meanwhile, somehow, some way, baby sharks and conga lines formed and the Nationals started winning. The starting pitchers were dominant, led by Max Scherzer but especially thanks to Stephen Strasburg, the introvert found himself dancing and hugging his teammates as he went on to have his best season. Juan Soto and Victor Robles made Harper's divadom easy to forget, and Anthony Rendon — a Houston native — parked the free agency Brinks truck outside the stadium to cash in on his MVP-quality year.
Even though they couldn't catch the Braves, they took hold of the Wild Card lead and never let go, winning the final eight games of the season — including a glorious five-game sweep of Harper's Phillies. In the Wild Card game, they defeated the Brewers in what is the most thrilling sporting event I've ever witnessed, then came back to defeat the Dodgers in the NLDS, advancing to the championship series for the first time.
Last night, the Nationals finished a sweep of the Cardinals, coming out of the gate with seven runs in the bottom of the first. The Astros-Nationals-Oilers fan in me cautioned that it was not going to be easy, having seen my teams rush out to big leads only to have their hopes crushed in the end.
But this Nationals team is, well, different. In many ways, the momentum they have reminds me of the 2017 Astros, who are two games away from the matchup I've always wanted and dreaded. They also remind me of the 2005 Astros, whose magical run included a similar comeback that ended with a sweep by the Chicago White Sox in that World Series.
Who knows what will happen? Will the end result be like 2005 or 2017, or something in between? Will the Yankees make it all moot?
Questions like that, my friends, are what makes baseball such an interesting journey. For several months each year, you never truly know from day to day and night to night what will take place.
Off we go!
When our family moved to Northern Virginia in 2001, we bought a house in Lorton near the former District of Columbia prison. The sprawling facility, which includes what is now the Workhouse Arts Center, is finally being redeveloped as part of the adaptive reuse trend that is turning early 20th century structures into housing and businesses.
For more than a decade, however, much of the 2,300-acre prison site remained as is, having been purchased from the federal government by Fairfax County. It wasn’t until 2014 that the Board of Supervisors approved a business plan to redevelop the site as a mixed-use community, and construction on Liberty Crest at Laurel Hill did not begin until early 2016.
Today, the former prison buildings have been repurposed as apartments and office space, with plans for more retail in the other buildings. Construction has been ongoing now for three years, with a number of single-family homes being added as well.
For several years, I was a member of the associate artists group at the Workhouse Arts Center, which itself was a separate piece of the prison. The Workhouse, which opened in 2004, was the first piece of the redevelopment that now includes three schools, a cross-country trail and golf course.
On a cold, rainy morning in 2016, I was given an opportunity to roam much of the main prison site, which had just started to be redeveloped, with my camera. I was struck by how much had been left untouched for almost 15 years. Today, only remnants of what I saw that day remain on a site that has become a model for adaptive reuse.
Evidence that it's a cloudy day covering a full moon:
1) The Redskins won their first-ever game in Miami, defeating a Dolphins team that opted to go for a 2-point conversion in the final seconds on orders from the owner to tank.
2) I did a four-hour dance shoot that started and ended ... on time.
3) All three DC teams have won games this weekend. (Of course, the Nationals moving to 2-0 in the NLCS and the Mystics winning the WNBA title are a little more important than the Redskins losing the #1 pick in next year's draft.)
4) Jill and I saw two friends in the Home Depot parking lot that we hadn't seen in some time. But because of our proximity to Home Depot and its 10th circle of hell-ness, we also witnessed an accident between the car next to us backing into another car. And of course the driver had to be an angry ass-hat who tried to take it out on the other driver until our friends intervened and cooler heads prevailed. But it was further proof that you just never know what will happen anymore.
5) Home Depot has no pumpkins for sale. Hell, I thought every store in America has pumpkins for sale during the month of October.
6) We've been under drought-like conditions in Northern Virginia, or so we were told by the National Weather Service yesterday. Today, when carrying paper and cardboard outside, it poured. That is, until we left the soggy cardboard and paper behind and ran inside. No frogs fell from the sky during either event, despite our proximity to members of Congress.
Did I mention that the Redskins won?
(Please note there was no mention of the Yankees-Astros game 1. I prefer to think of that as a one-time aberration not caused by the full moon.)
Today, Ben starts rehearsals as Riff in the Broadway revival of “West Side Story.” In honor of this moment, here is his “lost” self tape/screen test from 10 years ago. Emma pulls double duty as camera person and “Random Jets Member.”
As Fred would say, “ENJOY!!!”
Last night, Jill and I spoke to parents and students at Colgan High School of the Fine and Performing Arts about our experiences raising child (now adult) performers. Ben and Emma contributed a video answering pre-selected questions from the audience.
Jill and I have never presented together, and we really enjoyed having the opportunity to bring our various strengths to what turned out to be a very interactive two-hour presentation with about 70 people. It was a lot of fun.
When I travel, I try to see if any of my favorite artists are playing in the city I’m visiting. Usually, my luck runs cold, as I miss shows by a day here or two days there. So imagine my surprise when I learned Josh Ritter and Amanda Shires were playing while I was In Louisville, Ky. And even better, the concert was free.
The concluding show of WFPK 91.9’s outdoor concert series, held on Big Four Lawn next to the river, was a fun and enjoyable evening spent listening to two artists who’ve been honing their skills on the road throughout the summer behind strong albums with ties to Jason Isbell.
As fall takes over, the opportunities for outdoor shows — especially the free variety — are quickly dimming. But if you’re on the road, especially as much as I am these days, take the time to check out the Bandsintown app. You never know what might turn up.
These are September's Daily Photos posted to my Facebook photography page. To see them full size, go to http://facebook.com/glenncookphotography. All photos are for sale.
As a photojournalist, I like presenting my work in both black and white and color and have not hesitated to mix and match the two. Colleagues I respect and admire say I should pick one or the other when trying to tell a story, in part because it sharpens my (admittedly scattered) point of view.
I see their point and believe it has merit. But some photos naturally lend themselves to black and white, while others are presented better in color. And what do you do when they are part of the same story.
Take, for example, this set of reflections. Walking last week in downtown Louisville, Ky., I saw a group of dancers practicing through a window and started shooting, then went back the next day and caught some more. In each case, the shots were taken in less than 5 minutes as I tried to capture what anyone might see as they walked past.
In presenting these images, I tried to adhere to the either/or perspective, but ultimately decided against it. What do you think of this mixed set?
Creative people are inherently reflective, even if we don’t acknowledge it publicly. Our worldview tends to come out in the work we produce, whether explicitly or in abstract form. Once out there, it’s open to the rest of the world to interpret.
For some reason, I think black and white photos lend themselves most to interpretation. Since we see the world in all of its bright and beautiful colors, the shadows and contrast of black and white often make us question and reflect upon what we’re seeing.
I’m always drawn to reflections because of the alternate window they present to the world. The theme of the photos I shot at the Maine workshop was “Transitions,” and several images involve reflections of some kind.
As a teaser to that piece, here is the second of three sets of reflections I’ve taken over the past six weeks. Some were shot during the workshop, but none are part of my final work.
The third and final set in this series, combining black and white and color, will focus on dancers I found post-workshop last week in Louisville, Ky.
All comments welcome and appreciated.
After decades of being restless, this past year I’ve found myself reflecting more than ever. We’ve raised four young adults who are all navigating their own paths. My oldest son got married. My youngest daughter graduated from college. My business has finally reached a maturation point that keeps me on the run, for which I’m eternally grateful. Our social worlds are changing and constantly morphing, which is exciting too.
As the midpoint of my 50s nears, what I’ve noticed is childhood memories — good and bad — are more vivid and visceral than ever. And how those memories influence the present and continue to inform the future is an ongoing source of fascination and intrigue.
Why does a particular incident or thought pop up when it does? What does that mean? Why can’t some people reconcile their pasts? Why do others lose memory and cognitive function as they get older? Why are we so powerless to do something about it?
Taking the time to reflect is not a bad thing. We ask ourselves questions like these all the time, at all points along life’s line. Sometimes we choose to bury or confront our memories; at other times we just let them be. I like to call this type of reflection — especially during a time of transition — the start of Daydreaming 2.0.
Loving this ad campaign.
Over the past six weeks, I've been away more than I've been in Virginia. My constant companion has been my camera, although for these past three days Jill was with me too.
So what have the last six weeks brought? Here's a partial list:
• A driving trip to North Carolina and an overnight train ride to Charleston (both for Amtrak).
• A week teaching at the University of South Carolina.
• An overnight trip to Eastern Pennsylvania, combined with day shoots in Raleigh, Maryland, and D.C. for another client.
• A nine-day Northeast trip that included a week in Maine at a transformational photography workshop.
• Another week driving from Jackson, Miss., to Louisville, Ky., in part to report a freelance magazine feature and in part for a small break.
When the plane touched down this afternoon at Dulles, I saw one last photo opportunity as I rode down the escalator to baggage claim. In many ways, this photo is the end of a story that I'll be sharing over the coming weeks. It's just one of many stories I can't wait to tell.
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Two weeks ago, I embarked on a 600-mile one-way journey from Virginia to the mid-coast of Maine for a weeklong workshop titled “Art for the Heart.” As mentioned earlier this week, it was the first time I have taken one of these types of classes — or any professional training on photography, for that matter — and I am honored to have participated with such a great group of artists.
The trip to Maine was broken into installments — a night in New York, a night in New Hampshire. Largely suppressing my ADD tendencies, I did not stop much along the way to take photos. But a few things did catch my eye.
Here are a few photos from three stops — Yonkers, N.Y., outside Sturbridge, Mass., close to sunset, and finally at night in Portsmouth, N.H., where I stayed before driving on to Maine the next morning. Interested to see what you think.
Last week, I took my first-ever photography workshop from Kerry Payne Stailey, a photojournalist and artist who lives on lakeside property in mid-coast Maine. The workshop, called “Art for the Heart,” was one of the most challenging weeks of my professional career and, ultimately, one of the most rewarding.
This is the student group show that Kerry put together. It’s a series of beautiful pieces from photographers I was fortunate to participate with for four days. More on this later, but take a look at what was produced.
A third short photo story from Friday in NYC...
Our son, Ben, is making his adult principal debut on Broadway this December as Riff in Ivo Van Hove's revival of West Side Story. The marquee at the theater went up a couple of weeks ago, and we stopped by following the Maren Morris concert (see iPhone Challenge photos below) to take a look and snap a few pics. A very sweet father-son moment.
I snapped these two photos while waiting for the subway in New York City on Friday night. Culling through some of the pics taken on a driving trip from Virginia to Maine, they seem to be an apt visual metaphor for this time.
This week, I'm attending a photography workshop about an hour north of Portland as I try to further develop pieces around "The Resilience Project." This is the first professional development I've taken in photography since starting my business, and I'm hopeful it can lead to a further expansion of skills and vision in a medium I feel I still know so little about.
2019 has brought an ongoing series of transitions along with a slew of work from new and existing clients. The result is an outrageously busy period of travel all over the country and extended time completely out of my comfort zone. I'm very grateful to my family (biological and extended) and to my clients for your ongoing support.
Let's keep rolling down the track. #embracechallenges