pirates cove 2008

10+ years ago this was a spring break dream. there was never any thought to any other place we would rather go. there was no place better. now 10yrs later, there is still no place better. I'm usually not one for staying at one place more than a couple of days, but I can honestly say I could spend 2 weeks at pirates cove and still not have had enough time.

the slides, the pool side chairs, the weather, the water temperature, grilling meat, smores, the views, the TV's, the waterproof remote control, the babies.....all the adorable babies, the music, the blue floaty mats, cold water in every fridge, the ice cream machine, the hammocks....oh the hammocks, the hammock up top, the hammocks over the pool, the hot tubs, going double down the slide, the rattlesnakes, the misty fans, the mermaid and merman club, all the stairs, high school girlfriends all grown up with beautiful families.....

we loved pirates cove!! thank you to beana and her family for being so fun and generous. We missed captain jack (aka: craig) but felt nothing but love for the fabulous hiatus he created.
here are some highlights from the weekend. (you may recognize one of my usual muses....love that face.)


















maybe this will change your mind

..or my mind...or somebody's mind...

I'm not usually one to post photos of myself, but as I was editing through my nephews birth I came across these and haven't been able to deny the "worlds happiest aunt" look pasted across my slap happy face.

perfect baby and me.

perfect baby, sister in law (mother of perfect baby) and me.

perfect baby, older brother (dad of perfect baby) and me.

perfect baby and me crying because I had to leave 10mins after he was born to catch a flight.

me + having to leave newborn baby nephew minutes after being born= not cool.


I will post more from the birth in the next day or so.




downpour

these images draw me in... not unlike a scary movie that I know I shouldn't watch, but can't help myself. eerie, sexy, dark, light, relaxing and tense all at the same time! for awhile now I have been wanting to take more "water" images. anyone who may be interested in modeling for my water project, let me know.



mothers day

I love my California family...especially since my own mom and family are so far away.










this last photo was NOT taken by me! Grant gets full photo credit. If you want to hire him to take your child's portrait, email him at grantporter2k@gmail.com

the daddy mac will make you jump jump

A very belated birthday jubilee for our very own grant "mr. mac daddy", in a very little blue house, with a very big yard, with a monster for a garage and tramp with no springs. But who said being springless and under the influence of heavy electrical current could keep us down?! Not even the throw up on the bathroom floor or the cops showing up could keep this peanut m&m and mountain dew party under control! Fo' Real!







level 3


I was taught once, that there are three levels for categorizing photographic images.

Level 1- Descriptive

Every photo describes something. A red wall. A foot. Black teeth. Easy enough to grasp. Every photo every taken is a level one photo, it has to describe something...even if only to describe light and dark.

Level 2- Story Telling

Level 2 photographs tell a story. There are verbs in these images. A man painting a red wall. A foot being stepped on. Black teeth chewing on meat (gross..sorry). Not every photo is a story telling image, but if you succeed in creating one, you have taken it above only the descriptive and are entering the realm of photojournalism.

Level 3- Emotional

Evoke emotion. What good is any piece of art if it doesn't make you feel? I don't care if you hate, cry, feel uncomfortable...or maybe even experience some surreal state of euphoria. What good is living if you don't feel something? What good is art if it doesn't change you? If I was really trying to create an image I loved, I would always look to make it a level 3. Level 3's matter. While the 1's and 2's are nice and pretty and important in their own right, the 3's change you. I want to be changed.

The reason I went off on that photojournalism 101 lesson was because I've been thinking about those pesky level 3's. The tricky part to a level 3 is that most times it's subjective. Others feel what others don't.....also if you are there, or have experienced what the picture shows, this may give you an unfair advantage when it comes to connection with any given image.

When I look at my Colombia images I feel things. When editing through some of them yesterday I even got teary eyed. I don't expect that everyone (or anyone) will have the same response as I did because I was there. I held the baby, whispered the song in her ear. I kissed the hurt finger put in front of my face to make it all better. I saw the beds and smelled the roads. I touched hands and kissed cheeks.

My greatest hope is that I am not the only one that feels something... I honestly believe that my photography is pointless if it doesn't push emotion...but don't get me wrong I take tons of descriptive images. I love signs and details and colors and walls....but I would be lying if I said taking those images made me feel purposeful.

The whole purpose of me going to Colombia was to tell the story of certain people, certain children in need and hopefully in the story telling effort strike a cord in the viewer to act.

Global family. Everyone is responsible. If there is just one baby in a town starving it is everyones responsibility, not just the orphaned mothers. This is the part about knowledge that I think makes most people comfortable in a state of ignorance. Knowledge means you know and knowing means you then see and seeing means you have become responsible as a resident of human earth to do something.

Colombia was a level 3 for me, I know... because I came back different.

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Colombia-Bogota Day 1

I flew in yesterday to Bogota for a one week assignment shooting for Southern Cross Humanitarian. After my first flight was delayed an hour flying from LAX to ATL, I had to run, full force...camera bags flying, to barely make on my flight to Bogota. I actually had to yell to the gate agent as I turned the corner. So I made it, sweating, but my poor little bag did not and I spent my first day 1/2 in Bogota without a toothbrush...or my headlamp!

My group and I checked into our hotel and headed out to the "Tolerent Zone" around 12:30am. The purpose of our late night venture was for me to photograph minors participating in prostitution (the purpose of Southern Cross is to rescue children off the streets and into homes...).

I have lived in big cities, but have never had reason in the middle of the night to hang out by the brothels. 5 of us jammed into a tiny car and drove the streets. It was too dangerous for me to walk around with my cameras, so my only option was to photograph from the car and twice got out of the car, with the four others close by for protection.

It was a humbling experience and frustrating. This was one time where being invisible would have been perfect. I needed to walk around, talk to people, to really capture what I wanted...but the danger was too great. The feeling on those streets are hard to describe and most would have a hard time hearing the details. So many of children of God not knowing what they were worth, who they are and how great each of their spirits are.






The Big Island

Relaxation studied. Laying, reading, talking, turning, eating, looking, thinking...and I took some photos.

Anyone who knows my full name, knows how I love my Hawaii. I tend to dream about the island of Kauai most of the time, but you can find the humid, warm weather on all islands, so I take all and any.

I had an amazing week of lazing about with the Smith Family. No amount of good food or sleep time was spared.

This island has so many different looks. The Kona side, black with lava rock and the Hilo side green and covered with farm land. The first 2 images attached are about 3 minutes from each other. Amazing, right?!














LA Photo Day-Part 1of2

Color...and not just color, color on film....and not just color on film, color on medium format film!

When I picked up my film from the lab, I remembered. The anticipation, the waiting, the worry, the hoping. Shooting with film is like giving yourself a little surprise. Not because you're worried they won't turn out, but because the final results hide themselves only to be revealed when they are good and ready.

Here are my favorites from a color roll shot in downtown LA.

Black and White to come...












Crew Odom

Friends in life come and go. People move, get married, have children and it seems fewer and far between that old friendships remain intact. Nick and I have been lucky to have stayed friends through all those changes. Nick married Whitney a few years ago and I might like Whitney more than I like Nick now....I definitely like her more. She is laid back, funny and beautiful..because of those things and a few good things that nick might have contributed, they just gave birth to their first practically perfect baby, Nicholas Crew.

Crew looks like a miniature Nick. Their faces look exactly the same. Whit and I agree that this fact is very unfair considering she formed Crew inside her belly for 9months. Maybe you can dress him in girls clothes every once in awhile to make up for this fact..no?

FYI: Whitney is an amazing hairstylist. She has an amazing fully functioning hair salon in their home and is way to busy for her own good. Email her if you are ready to have the best hair of your life. whitneymwaite@msn.com

I love you guys. I can't wait for you to have the rest of your 8 children!!