Shot this on my Bear Lake trip in the sunrise light as the tone was changing to the less vivid daylight. I’ve driven past this shed for years and never really noticed all the detail. I love the roof slats and the way that one corrugated section is lifted. The wood grain on the siding looks like it could tell stories of water damage or fire damage.
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Daily affirmation: Focus. Focus. Focus.
I heard a term today: landscape early. Never heard it before. Context: if you shoot landscapes, you have to wake up early to get the good shots. Usage: “In order to get this shot, I had to wake up landscape early.”
Credit: Alan Allum
This one was not that bad as I was already awake and this vista was 45 seconds from where we were staying. I did have to move quickly and didn’t shoot with a tripod. I wanted to get out about 30 minutes before I did, but I wasn’t quite awake enough. Nevertheless, when I looked out the window and saw the angle of the sun and the clouds, I grabbed my camera and ran.
The Sigma isn’t the best landscape lens. All kinds of issues. I think the next time I shoot landscape stuff, I’m going to rent a sweeter lens.
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Daily affirmation: Head down; work.
I love that in the midst of rebirth and spring, this lone tree is either sick, dying or just late to the game. As I was trying to get as much detail as possible from the clouds, I was messing with the luminance and saturation of colors. In Lightroom, the top slider is red. That’s as far as I got, because this looks hellish and awesome.
It’s June! Already! When I returned from England, my very ill father told me that from that point forward, my life would move much faster. He was right in one sense. I think the sense of speed comes from the amassing of memories. It feels faster as the years progress because our minds and hearts are full of milestones, detours, trials and stories. Each day we have more to look at, more to recall and the journey through this internal space stretches ever slightly longer. We recall in a time-compressed and time-shifted way; the rewinding and fast forwarding of our lives adds to the sense of speed.
This image isn’t meant to evoke a horrible thing. Or a horrible 1980s movie (being remade). I just thought this looked cool.
Daily affirmation: Time passes. Don’t freak about this.
Had to sit for a couple of days after hearing about Adam Yauch’s cancer-related death. I recall watching an interview with Yauch and Mike D back when the cancer was first announced:
Still finding humor in the face of cancer.
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There are two key Beastie Boy points for me. First, the Beastie Boys long term success was a question for me, especially after License to Ill. I figured they would flame out; another band in a long line of novelty acts. Paul’s Boutique hit and I still questioned. Check Your Head changed it all for me. Definitely their Sgt. Pepper’s. More raw, more everything. Second, it seemed with each successive release that adolescent humor remained front and center. However, the dedication to sonics and sonic experimentation and form tweakery kept them fresh long after more serious rap/hip hop acts fell from view. And, yes, while I landed in their demographic range on paper, I wasn’t a partier in college. Much. To their credit, the Beasties introduced me to the Meters (via an intense conversation with the last drummer of Swim Herschel Swim)[1. ]. Anybody who digs on funk and fresh and tight and ass and grooves should run right now and fire up the Rdio/Spotify. Search on “Cissy Strut”.
Pet peeve: That white folks aren’t funky. I refute that misguided noise with the following: two of the tightest mothers who ever turned out a jam on the mighty Stax label? White boys Steve Cropper and Donald “Duck” Dunn. And also? cf: Flea[2. ]. All I’m saying is that like everything else in life, skin color don’t mean nothing when it’s time to get down. You either bring the funk or you don’t. Clem Snide said it in “Happy Birthday”:
Well, I hope that your song’s not the “Boys of Summer”
Just because you were both born on that day
And half-Jewish boys make kick ass drummers
But if you need lessons I’ll have to pay
While the Beastie Boys may not have come out of the gate with their funk cred blazing, they dished it out over the next couple of decades. Always something worth getting down to on a Beasties album. Always.
Finally, I caught the video below courtesy of Daring Fireball (start at 2:05):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aB-ya6gBI4w&t=2m5s
Yauch at the top of his game. I remember seeing this when it happened and the hubbub afterwards. I still can’t believe that Sabotage was denied at the VMAs. Especially with that insane live performance. It was this performance that recalibrated everything for me, Nathaniel Hornblower included. In 1993, I did a lot of road work with Swim Herschel Swim and Check Your Head was on heavy repeat for a lot of those trips. I remember in 1994, the band that followed Herschel was playing a wedding in LA and we stopped in to Tower Records. Parked out front was a black car, allegedly owned by one of the Beasties pumping out the soon-to-be-released Ill Communication. Bad ass. Even if it was just marketing.
MCA, RIP.
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Title of this post is from the opening track of Check Your Head [3.
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Finally, the obvious daily affirmation: Life is short: live today like you mean it.
Floating World (Corona Heights). Double Dip with Expired Film.
Morning ablutions and hair duties. Thankfully, I’m off hair patrol these days.
The Meters - Here Comes the Meter Man
Cool and breezy bayou funk from their 1969 debut. Makes me want a cold meatflap sandwich and a liquor drink.
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