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Yahoo, indeed.

I suggest that no true professional photographer ever do a photo shoot for Yahoo, it’s clients, advertisers, ad agencies, and families. Let them use anyone but the professionals she says doesn’t exist.

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Wonder why I’m a photographer? Because these stories surround us. I have a camera and ask others to talk with me. Photographs and stories are one result. You don’t need a camera to ask others to talk with you. Everyone has a story. Learn to ask. Learn to listen.

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Japanese Magnolia blossom

My only smarts is my phone – It didn’t help that the weather on a Sunday was rainy and chilly. There were few people outdoors enjoying themselves, and that complicated my photo bike trek. Complicated it so much that the best photo of the day came from my iPhone from the benches beneath the crabapple tree in my front yard.

I’ve many photos from that tree. With kids climbing, hanging, running around, standing in their Easter finery under a shower of petals, and studies on pistils and stamens. [ Read More ]

Skateboarder in the shadows

Better communication using contextual composition – Earlier I watched a conversation on CreativeLive with Joey L and Chase Jarvis who answered a viewer’s question who wondered what they thought was the most disruptive aspect of modern photography.

Jarvis said context was having the most effect on photography echoing a previous CreativeLive conversation with Robert Scoble about technology. [ Read More ]

Fiddler on the lawn

Fiddler on the lawn – The day was almost over. Well, the part of the day where I carry around a set of cameras was nearing its end when I spotted Phil on his bike carrying musical instruments. Of course when he stopped for the signal I began a conversation resulting in learning he was headed to the lawn at Otterbein where he would be joined by other musicians for a practice session. [ Read More ]

Earlene Wandrey portrait

Earlene Wandrey book signing portrait in available light – One of the greatest aspects about a photographer is being able to attend private events and be a witness to other peoples lives.

Today was one of those days.

Earlene Wandrey returned to Westerville for a series of books signings for her biography “Walk in My Shoes.” She greeted old friends and family  at the first signing at Old Bag of Nails meeting room. [ Read More ]

Spilled ice cream at Graeters

No use crying unless you’ve dropped your ice cream – Graeters Ice Cream in Uptown Westerville isdouble test of my strength.

It’s a rare day that I don’t walk or ride my bike past Graeters in Uptown Westerville. It’s rare I stop for a photo although I often step inside to fill a water bottle. The test arrives to see if I can leave without buying ice cream.

When asked I tell people that there is no way I can go home with Graeters on my breath. My family would never forgive me for going without them. Sometimes I fear my family.

Today I shot a photo at Graeters. [ Read More ]

Photos before the prom

Photos before the dance – Not a lot to say about today’s My Final Photo except how much fun it is to observe and record the joy of so many people. [ Read More ]

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A slice of Americana. Beer, cars, and a flag.

Suburban house. Flag pole with a flag. Chevrolet in the driveway. Ford in the garage. Beer in the hands. NCAA basketball on the brain.

I stopped, introduced myself, explained the reason I’d stopped and found them interesting. Then I told them to ignore me as I went about my task of shooting photos.

Earlier in the day I’d shot baseball at Westerville South High School. It was the season opener and a double header against Buckeye Valley.
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Good Friday at St. Paul Church

Good Friday is a unique day for Catholics for more than all the obvious Easter related reasons.

This is the day the Tabernacle sits empty. It is the only day when the Blessed Sacrament is not in the church revered and protected in its place at the altar.

All adornment is removed, covered , or extinguished. Altar cloths are removed. Candles are extinguished. Statues are covered in purple cloth.

The celebration of the presence of Christ is removed from the church. For one day it is emptied of faith.

Good Friday Blessings at St. Paul at My Final Photo

Man with feather in his cap

I don’t visit Hoover Dam often during the winter. It’s too stark and void of people.

As the weather begins to change in early spring there is a hint of color along the eastern shoreline as flower buds and leaves appear in the treeline. The grey monotone of winter begins its slow evolution to the bright colored tones of spring. And, people arrive.

One of the earliest arrivals stood for me at the center of the dam for several minutes. I’d told him that I wanted a photo of him with his hat, the red shirt, his beard, and cigarette.

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