This Old Church

February 09, 2015  •  Leave a Comment
Award Winning: This Old ChurchAward Winning: This Old ChurchFirst Place - Photo Retouch, Utah County Fair 2009

During a family trip to visit Yellowstone, I noticed an abandoned church in the middle of a hay field. It was deprived of paint, like bones baking in the sun. Only two windows were left uncovered by plywood allowing a peak into its soul.

I pulled over knowing that I may never see this again. My desire to walk around it and peak into the windows was overwhelming, but having farming roots in my family I knew better than trespass into a farmer’s field. I found the best angle and took several images. It was almost lunch time and the light was at its brightest. Not the kind of light that I wanted.

When I returned home, I spent several hours restoring the boarded up windows and attempting to replace the extremely dark shadows with some kind of detail.

Mormon Meeting House
Dedicated 1896
Ovid, Idaho
Highway 89

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During a family trip to visit Yellowstone, I noticed an abandoned church in the middle of a hay field. It was deprived of paint, like bones baking in the sun. Only two windows were left uncovered by plywood allowing a peak into its soul. 
 
I pulled over knowing that I may never see this again. My desire to walk around it and peak into the windows was overwhelming, but having farming roots in my family I knew better than trespass into a farmer’s field. I found the best angle and took several images. It was almost lunch time and the light was at its brightest. Not the kind of light that I wanted.
 
When I returned home, I spent several hours restoring the boarded up windows and attempting to replace the extremely dark shadows with some kind of detail.
 
Mormon Meeting House
Dedicated 1896
Ovid, Idaho
Highway 89

 


Crashing Waves, Boulders, and Bruce

December 19, 2014  •  Leave a Comment
Before going to work today, I decided to go down the beach. At the end of Wisconsin Street, home of our historic Highway 101 Cafe. , the road down the strand runs right along the edge of the ocean. During high tide and waves pound against the boulders placed there to prevent erosion. After I assembled my gear, I headed over to a spot to photograph the action and saw an old man sitting on the rocks down near the water. He was soaked from head to toe. He wore all black and was covered with a long wool trench coat. At first I thought he was homeless and wanted to let the ocean take him away. It had the power. But when he saw me setting up my camera, he stood up and came over. We spoke, told jokes, and got to know each other. He comes often to experience "his" ocean. He is 76, retired, and lives nearby. We laughed and shared stories about the waves and getting wet which is our way of staying grounded.
Crashing Waves, Boulders, and BruceCrashing Waves, Boulders, and Bruce

On what am I focused?

December 17, 2014  •  Leave a Comment
Work of course. I work as a technical product manager on a software-as-a-solution product. Blah, blah, I lost you already. Well, I decide how software should work and what it should look like. Half my day is thinking about how a user would accomplish a task and then turn that into instructions so that it can get built. It is a creative process since I spend a lot of time in Adobe Photoshop creating the design of the web page. The study of photography and advertising is foundational to my skill set.
 
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