Archive | September, 2009

Halt, in the Name of Mini Snickers!

29 Sep

The end of September is nearing and soon October will be here. This can mean only one thing. Halloween is creeping up on us. This fact brings me to my deep thought for today. Why don’t kids get arrested for impersonating an officer when they dress up as the boys in blue on Halloween? I mean, those little bastards are out there roaming the streets with guns and handcuffs, protecting the innocent, and upholding the law all while gathering enough candy to feed a small nation. If I tried to do this on any other day of the year, I would be thrown in jail! It’s not fair. Not fair at all, I tell you. Why am I so bitter about this, you ask? I have no clue. Maybe because there is sweet, luscious candy involved. I always seem to get overly emotional when sugar is brought into any equation. Anyway, ponder this thought for today. I know it was already in the back of your mind in the first place.

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A Rocky Mountain High

28 Sep
A Rocky Mountain High

A Rocky Mountain High

I recently spent some time in the beautiful town of Keystone, Colorado. In the middle of drinking copious amounts of PBR and stuffing my face with whatever food I could fit in my mouth, I managed to take a few photographs along the way. Click on the photograph above to be magically whisked away to the entire gallery that I have so conveniently posted on the interwebs under a relatively unknown website some people like to call “Facebook”.  You can also follow me HERE on the Flickr machine. Anyway, enjoy !

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

24 Sep

It’s amazing how a movie, song, smell, or photograph can flood your mind with memories. Some of these memories are stuffed so far back in your crazy little mind, you didn’t even know they still existed. Not all the memories trapped inside you want to remember, but I am willing to bet the 99% that are sparked by one of the aforementioned categories, are awesome and beautiful by nature. Last night, I had the honor of accompanying my wife, son, and my sister to a one night only viewing of The Wizard of Oz on the big screen. We arrived at the theater approximately 30 minutes before the feature presentation and upon walking into the vast auditorium, I was instantly transported back to my childhood. Nearly every single seat in the theater was already occupied by young and old respectively. As I am trying to make it to our seats, not so conveniently located right smack in the front row, I see little girls dressed up as Dorothy, one man with sliver face paint somewhat resembling the Tin Man, and a fairly large woman in a wheelchair holding what I think may or may not have been a real live version of Toto. After finally making it to my seat, I overhear a weary elderly man telling his son and grandson his story about how he was at the 1939 opening night of the very first showing of The Wizard of Oz. At that very moment, I realized that this was not going to be an ordinary night. Suddenly, it’s 7:00pm. The theater is jammed pack with people and there is a very distinct level of excitement building up in my mind. The very same feeling I had as a child when my mother would turn on the television and get my little sister and I to calm down enough to actually sit through the once a year special broadcast of this excellent film. I glance over to my left to see my wife, son, and sister’s eyes glued to the screen. Lost in my own memories, I failed to realize the movie had even begun. The movie, without any better words to describe it, was fantastically magical. The beauty of the whole thing was I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. From the constant chuckles from the crowd to my son standing up with his hands up in the air dancing like he was part of the movie, I knew this night would be one to remember forever. The movie ended almost as fast as the night begun. A roar of applause rolled through the crowd as if this was the first time anyone in the theater had seen this magnificent film. As we walked out to the car giddy with delight, my son raises his hands in the air and proudly screams into the night “THAT WAS THE BEST MOVIE EVER!”. I don’t know about my wife or my sister, but at that moment, I couldn’t agree more with the thoughts and sentiment of my 3 and a half year old son. Like I said before, it was just an honor to be there.

Are You an Uncle Bob?

22 Sep

I recently attended a friend’s wedding and had to constantly explain to people why I wasn’t photographing everything at every given moment. The number one rule…Don’t piss in another photog’s Cherrios. What I mean is, don’t show up to a wedding or an event with all your pro gear and start shooting over the hired photographer. With that said, Photocrati has a great blog post this morning about the infamous “Uncle Bob”. Give a quick read and let me know your thoughts.

http://www.photocrati.com/wedding-photography-and-uncle-bob/

Who Would You?

21 Sep

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As many of you know, I love to take people’s portraits. I don’t know what the allure is, but getting up in someone’s grill and snapping the perfect image of them is ultimately satisfying. Is it because a picture truly is worth a thousand words? Maybe. Or maybe, just maybe, the camera doesn’t lie. Deep thoughts for a Monday morning, huh? So to lighten the mood, I will ask you one simple question. If you could interview and photograph one celebrity, who would it be? I would, without a question, go with Tina Fey. Or maybe, Abraham Lincoln? Or maybe, Chelsea Handler? Too many to choose from. I guess it would be harder than I thought to decide on this one. I am open for suggestions!

Behold the Swayzaur!

18 Sep

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Unless you have been living under a rock or have no contact to the outside world, I am sure you have heard the one and only Patrick Swayze has indeed galloped on up to heaven to dance and kick some ass. Patrick was the perfect blend of hard ass and ladies man. A blend that may never be seen again. From killing grown men with his bare hands to singing and dancing his ass off, the guy did it all. I mean, he even dressed up in drag with Wesley Snipes! Talk about range! This has been a hard week for all that adored the beloved bouncer of the one and only Double Deuce. I have been struggling to find a decent way to honor this angel of fierceness, so naturally I feel that a Swayzaur tattoo is in order. Not only will you be able to honor the life and times of Mr. Swayze, with this tattoo you will be instantly more macho and sexy at the same time. If a tattoo is out of the question for you, then let me suggest you this mantra…What Would Dalton Do? Yes, that’s right. Live your life as Dalton would. If you have absolutely no clue what I am talking about, rush out and rent Roadhouse, abide by Sir Dalton’s rules, and live your life with honor, fierceness, and above all…Bring the sexy.

Vinnie Delpino?

17 Sep

As I am writing this, I am constantly hearing the Doogie Howser M.D. theme blaring through my cerebellum.  It is so loud at the moment, I actually had to look around to make sure a small, teenage Italian boy wasn’t trying to break into my second floor room window.  Thankfully, there is no such boy attempting to break and enter my home. That is no way to start off a Thursday morning. I don’t care what anyone says.  Speaking of Doogie characters, what ever happened to Wanda? She was right up there with Winnie Cooper in my adolescent dreams.

Anyway, welcome to the official StudioEightOneSix blog. I started this little forum to discuss photography, pop culture, music, and everything in-between. So with that said, please come in, take off your clothes, um, I mean coat and stay awhile.

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