Posts Tagged ‘labarge’

Kiddie Cross

When you line up for any kind of race in Bend, Ore., there’s a good chance you’ll find an Olympian or ex-Olympian lining up nearby. That place is loaded with champions. Even the fans appear to be in better shape than the runners or cyclists who are doing the racing. So I wasn’t surprised to […]


Shadowy Future

I just overheard the boys, now five and three, chatting in the bath. “Jack,” Leo said, “dinosaurs are dead. People have never, ever seen them alive.” Saturday, while on a little adventure in The Columbia River Gorge, we found ourselves face to face with a ten foot long sturgeon named Herman. He’s the freak show […]


Cyclocross: Alpenrose

Well they turned out in droves today for the first Cross Crusade race at Alpenrose Dairy. They negotiated the parking lot first. Then the check in. And then the real race began… Riders ran up the famed staircase, sprinted through the old-timey townsite, crept along the off-camber grass, bounced through bumpy pastureland and they finished […]


The Heart

I was fine until I got about two blocks from the hospital. Suddenly I realized I needed to pull over and think. The slicing open of a man’s chest. The removal of a vein from his leg. The heart beating slowly. Very slowly. It wasn’t the first time I’d photographed open heart surgery. But there’s […]


Unplugged

Just last night, Portland band Blitzen Trapper played an acoustic show at the Portland Playhouse in front of about 150 people. The audience was silent. The air was still. Vocal harmonies filled the room and sent chills across my skin. It was a different vibe than the past times I’ve seen the band. Those guys […]


Rapha Gentlemen’s Race

Many times throughout the day, riders asked me if I was doing okay. How was I holding up to the heat, the miles. Was I getting enough water. It was, after all, closing in on 100 degrees and the race snaked through the Coast Range for 123 miles and more than 6000 feet of elevation […]


Post Pickathon 2010

Langhorne Slim at Alberta Street Pub on Tuesday night Every year, something unplanned seems to happen a few days after Pickathon that brings a few folks back together to share a hug, a beer and some stories. Last night, Langhorne Slim and Woody Pines showed up at Alberta Street Pub and cranked out some tunes […]


Summer of the Fish

First fish. Timothy Lake on Mount Hood, Oregon We’ve already spent a good chunk of these summer days out camping somewhere in the Cascades. Mount Hood, the Metolius River, the McKenzie River and two different Clear Lakes. The driving force and unexpected thrill of all of this has been watching Leo, 4, dive into fishing […]


Passing Time

My dad, brothers and I heading out to go fishing in Colorado in 1977 Leo, age 4, with my dad in 2010 Photo editor and fellow PDXcrosser Mike Davis suggested on his blog just before Father’s Day to “make a picture of your dad, if you can, to remember him as he is this year, […]


Finally Summer

Huckleberry ice cream The sun was watching the calendar up here in the Northwest. On Monday, as if on cue, the weather and my attitude changed with the flip of the switch that sent us into Summer. High lake, still snowy We were up in the Cascades on the Metolius River when it happened. The […]


Farewell Plum

Grazing, August 2008. Yesterday’s wind and rain storm knocked out a few young tomato plants around town for sure. And sadly, it took down my favorite old plum tree. Part of the curved trunk still stands, barely. The mass of the tree tumbled into the neighbor’s yard during an especially gusty few minutes in early […]


The House Concert

Walter Parks warms up before performing a house concert in southeast Portland. There’s the old debate about whether or not there is a “first annual” anything. But you see it all the time. First annual festival. First annual sale. First annual meeting. The AP style book sends a quick reminder that the word annual should […]


Helping Hands

Leo, age four At least once a day, something happens around here that makes me kind of cringe. Markers, crayons, water, paint, sand and on and on. Something happens. And this is normal, I tell myself. I remember my mom sweeping the kitchen floor as the five of us would track pounds of dirt and […]


Coming right up

Willie Nelson, 1998 I was just looking through the line up for the concert series out at The Edgefield. A couple of the shows should be a good time. Willie Nelson is, of course, legendary. I’ve seen him play a few times and it’s always interesting. Nothing beats the time I saw him play in […]


Recycling Day

LTD at the zoo Around here, we call it “Living the Dream.” It’s code for taking care of the kids. There’s a loose knit group of us and we LTD weekly at the zoo or at the museum. We hit the park or a coffee shop. We love our kids and our time together. And […]


Just Looking

Berlin, 2009 I remember walking around in Chicago with an exchange student from Switzerland when I was maybe a freshman in high school. He took pictures of everything. Up, down, up, down. He was blown away by tall buildings and the people walking swiftly along the sidewalks beneath them. Berlin, 2009 I know the feeling. […]


Little gifts

“Do you want to see the prettiest thing ever?” Leo asked last night. “It’s a gift from Jack and I love it.” I had no idea what to expect. He cracked open the doors to the cabinet where he stashes stuff. His stash varies. Sometimes he puts little drums in there. Sometimes it’s full of […]


Pickathon: Sixteen days in two minutes

Well it took more than sixteen days to make the pictures come together and another week of hoping the guys in Blitzen Trapper would give me the green light to use their snappy, little tune “Saturday Night.” But here it is, the time lapse project from Pickathon 2009. A big thanks to Jef Hinkle and […]


The Surfer

Leo, Jack and I went to the coast for a few days while Sara was backpacking up in Washington with our friend Natasha. I knew I had to create some kind of grand diversion for us all in order to keep the good time rolling for three days. Little did I know it was Leo […]


Pickathon Preview

Pickathon is still hours away but I’m already feeling good, as if I just had my own little festival. I got a call today letting me know that Australian musician C.W. Stoneking was indeed tucked away in a basement in Milwaukie working on tunes with an adopted brass and rhythm section. His brass was held […]


Six Nights

There were two jobs I thought about pursuing when I lived in Spain: Shepherd (but I had no dogs) or UPS delivery man. I wanted to wander through that magical landscape and daydream. This week, when I saw a square, brown truck rumble through the Central Oregon sage, the romance of driving around delivering boxes […]


No Time Like the Present

A couple of days after seeing Jason Webley open for the Avett Brothers, I knew I was in trouble. The spring air was filled with jigs, reels and slow airs being blasted at top volume. I was paying closer attention to the Felice Brothers’ and Tin Hat Trio albums. And the point of no return, […]


The things they say

My brother Steve would point to planes and say “ahn-gee” with surprise and enthusiasm. And through the twists of the tongue that children are famous for, he also started calling our grandfather “Grad.” That stuck and most everyone, including adults, called him Grad or Graddy until he died. I was apparently more into the simile. […]


Return to Mount St. Helens

Nine years ago I had two different assignments to photograph as the twentieth anniversary of the 1980 Mount St. Helens eruption approached. One was of a fellow, who at the time of the blast, was a young, care-free tree planter on the south side of the mountain. The whole thing was a rush for him. […]