The writer Pete Brook posed a question last year at Pickathon for a Wired.com story: What makes a good music photograph? I’m quoted in the story, and yet, a year later and another Pickathon in the books, I still don’t know the answer. But last weekend, as I scurried around and split my time making pictures, managing… Continue reading Post Pickathon 2013
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T-Model Ford
My boys call each other Chicken Head sometimes when they’re arguing. I don’t really know if it’s an insult or not, so I let it slide. It could be worse. Their choice of words always reminds me of seeing blues man T-Model Ford work the crowd into a trance as he howled an extended version… Continue reading T-Model Ford
Traveling the Backroads of Oregon
It’s one of those places where you announce, though quietly so as to not disturb the silence: I could live here. That rarely happens to me these days. But as I drove backroads chasing motorcycle riders across the northeast corner of Oregon, it did cross my lips. The peace, the beauty, the elk, the rivers,… Continue reading Traveling the Backroads of Oregon
Mount Lemmon
Leo and I were off exploring last week when it snowed in Tucson. We wandered through the university campus, dodging stunned and amazed phone-wielding students as they communicated to the world that white flakes the size of raffle tickets were falling from the sky. We passed the morning looking at Native American baskets, the W.… Continue reading Mount Lemmon
Silcox Hut – Mount Hood
That’s not snow falling out of the January sky. Those are stars. Everywhere I looked, there were stars. Last Sunday night tucked in a little lodge up on Mount Hood, we celebrated a friend’s birthday. At 7,000 feet, we enjoyed meals, drinks and a fire. And while Silcox Hut itself is charming in its rustic,… Continue reading Silcox Hut – Mount Hood
Seasonally Defective
I checked the temperature on my phone when I finished my run: 90 degrees. Strange. It was 33 degrees when I started. At one point during the run up Council Crest, the highest point in Portland at 1,071 feet , I did catch myself daydreaming about Summer. But it was certainly not 90 degrees on… Continue reading Seasonally Defective
Cyclocross in 1859 Magazine
I usually photograph many cyclocross races throughout the fall and early winter. This year, however, I only went to two in search of images. The good people at 1859 Magazine asked me to wander the course in search of racers and fans for a spread in the January/February issue. I couldn’t resist going to Bend… Continue reading Cyclocross in 1859 Magazine
Snapshots from the trail
I still carry my little Canon camera each time I run, I’ve simply neglected to post images here. This little camera has brought me more joy than I predicted. I am usually excited to head out for run on some trail or another, but coming home with an image or two lets me relive it… Continue reading Snapshots from the trail
PDXCROSS – On pause
Each Monday, we’ve gotten several inquiries: Where are the pictures? It’s true, we have not updated the site with a gallery of images from the weekend’s cyclocross race as we have done the past four seasons. PDXCROSS is on hold, you might say. A few of the contributors moved away last year, a few are… Continue reading PDXCROSS – On pause
Good Morning
This dog came running up the hill barking at me, shattering the quiet dawn as I shuffled past grape vines loaded with fruit. Light was pooling in the east behind Mount Jefferson and Mount Hood, the sky was clear and deep blue and black, and I was suddenly trying to find a spot, any spot,… Continue reading Good Morning