Tattoo

Ms. Rachel this time.



Long weekend, tired and worn out.

Some weekends

Some weekends, you get things done on a personal level.

Other weekends, you get things done on a professional level.

This was not that second kind of weekend.

I met up with Erica downtown on Friday night. I met her through her band, Incendiaries, and had noticed the ink on her arms, and remembered thinking that they were, in a charming way, childish. It turns out that the tattoos on her arms are things she drew when she was younger. The prominent one in the pictures was a sketch she drew when she was a teenager.

Hate it when everybody leaves ...

Because it leaves me with no immediate back ups.

But for the time being, this was a guy I met while on a story in north Alabama, Craig Allen. Craig had been driving trucks for a little more than two decades, including spending the cotton harvesting season ferrying huge bundles of fluffiness from the fields to the refineries.


If my original subject comes back, I'll put some of her up, too.

Nice fish, dude

Actually, a lot of cool things going on with this guy, but I only had time for the fish. He says he goes to Marietta every now and then to get them worked on, and has been doing so for about two years.


Hope I run into him again ...

Jeez ...

So I shot my next doc photo after having the first one fall through, and then I got home and set up my computer, thinking to myself that, okay, this'll be a little late, but not *that* late. And now, almost six hours later, after downloading three programs before one of them would process RAW (necessary because my GD-ed computer's Digital Photo Professional for some reason stopped working on RAW files), I'm finally getting around to actually posting it.

... sigh ...

I was considering doing a kind of wrap-around thing, since it goes all the way around his wrist, but his time ran short and I didn't want to keep him too long. Sic Semper Tyrannis --"thus always to tyrants." I think it might be more apt wrapped around one's middle finger, but that's just me ...

Whoops

This is a lot later than it should be, and I have no excuse worthy of mentioning, aside from just life being what is.

Zach moved to Athens be close to old friends. Right after he moved into a town home on the east side of town, he went cruising around downtown with a buddy to look for jobs and submit applications. Instead, they came across a tattoo parlor and decided it would be a better use of the day to get a tattoo. That's impulse for you.

He's a geek after my own heart.

All the world

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." -- As You Like It.



Sorry, little pressed for time, story later!

Ciao, y'all ...

Blasted cow ...

Hey ... cow ... would you ... dammit, cow, stop biting my subject!



Silly cow ... calf, whatever ...

Ms. G

I realize that something I haven't really been considering with these tattoo pictures is the story behind the tattoo. I'll starting adding a short interview about them, make the stories more relevant to the photo.

Shot this one of Ms. G and her phoenix on the second floor of the Holmes-Hunter building this morning. I wasn't sure whether or not to stick with the monotone of the "dry run" with Colin, or to do color, so I put up one of each. Isn't the nearly infinite storage capacity of the 'net a nifty thing?


As always, there are some things I'd do different (maybe *will* do differently) if I could shoot it again. Hindsight, 20/20, blah blah blah.

Tired, but recharged

Long weekend, but my soul's batteries are definitely recharged. Got to shoot a little bit of my roommate's tattoo, so I figured I'd post it up as a dry run. I'm not too hot on any of the three, and I stuck to monotone because the light was kind of blah. Also, it's a pretty simple tattoo, itself monotone, so I thought it wouldn't detract from it. If I get the chance and time, I'm going to see if he'd be willing to do it again because I had more ideas afterward.

Hindsight's 20/20, right?


Any who, I'll be posting a "real" photo later in the week. This was just an attack of opportunity, if you'll pardon the geek-reference.

Ciao, y'all.

Body Art

Though I have no photos right now -- tonight, I may change that -- I'm going to be doing a documentary photo project on body art for my advanced photojournalism class. I'll be posting the photos on this blog and tagging each with the "DocPhoto" line, as well as anything else that may occur to me.

As usual, it might work, it might flop, it'll probably some combination of the two, but that's life, no?

Workworkwork

Since I've been back in Athens, I've taken up the mantle of Photography Editor at the Red and Black, which is pretty cool, but takes up most of my time with the actual managerial stuff that I've always detested. I've been taking to the concept that my photographers are my main concern, and I should do anything and everything to make their jobs easier. Because That's How It's Supposed to Go, right?

Anyway. I've always been trying to let them shoot the stuff that'll run bigger, and I've tried to take up the slack wherever I can. Including shooting some really boring question-and-answer sessions with the provost candidates.


I'm terribly excited that she came off the podium. I hate it when people feel like they have to stick behind a wooden desk ... hmm ... but it also makes the photo a little better, methinks.

AAAAaaand, a last minute tennis portrait. These guys are both from San Antonio, the guy in the back is a few years younger and claimed the guy in front was his childhood hero. Had to run out for it after the photographer had something come up. Three minutes to spare, too.


Oooh, and my roommate Colin had a plant that bloomed. Not particularly interesting until you hear that the plant only flowers once a year, at night, for only a few hours before it dies. Pretty cool, and, no, I have no recollection of it's name, scientific or otherwise.

But I do have photos.


I'm sure there'll be something else after a while.

An Alaskan Wedding

My first wedding. Well, not mine, but the first I've shot. But I'm sure you knew that. 'Cause I've been married, like, a half dozen times now, yeah?

Anyway ...


Think I should do this stuff for money? Like, cash with which I could actually pay for things?

An Alaskan Engagement

When I was up in yonder blue-skied wilderness of Alaska, I got asked to assist on some engagement photos for the local medic. Come to find out that the engagement photos were shot only 3 days ahead of the actual wedding, so I ended up shooting the wedding as well. Wedding pictures later, engagement pictures now ...




And the ring, of course ...


Fun Alaskan Fact: A person has the ability to marry together two other people in Alaska, regardless of occupation or education. But only once per person. Cool, huh?

Interior Alaska -- minorly boring

I mean, I'm enjoying all of this, but Interior Alaska is kind of boring unless you like to hike and such. Which is fine with me because I love to hike and such.

Anyway, more landscape shots of places I done seen, y'all.


I do love me some hiking.

How you like them mountains?

Went hiking up one of the Delta River tributaries, the Darling Creek.


I do so enjoy this place. The solitude, the quiet, the grandiosity of the place.

Ahhhhh ....

Long time, no post

Since I was writing pretty much all of last semester, I didn't really feel that I had much of anything to post here. Now that the summer has reached its peak, and I have been shooting some stuff, I feel mildly compelled to go ahead and start posting again. My connection might be a little iffy at times, mostly because I'm up in the great wilderness of Alasaka, but I'll do what I can.

Just a short thing for now, more to come, promise.

Donnelly Dome, the 4000-foot geologic intrusion near Fort Greely, the military where I'm staying. I've made the minor determination to climb it at least twice a week. So far, so good.

Chana came up with me for the first week of the trip before she started work. As you can see, my little sister seemed to get along with her pretty well ... this was at a local hang out called The Bluff about 12 miles outside of Delta Junction, the local town.

More later, ciao till then!