Grit Street – Downtown Chicago

I took a step back from photography before the Holidays.  We all get busy, but I was also getting bored.  I felt like I had hit a wall and I needed to step back and look at where I wanted to go next.  Luckily my trip to Chicago for Thanksgiving provided the swift kick in the ass I needed to move forward; back to…

The Bean

  From our Thanksgiving trip to Chicago. via Flickr http://flic.kr/p/jngNc5

Coolidge Project

A sneak peek at the project I was working on today.  This is the old mill at the Elkhorn Mine above the Coolidge Ghost Town, in Beaverhead County, Montana.  The shell of the foundation is all that’s left.  Thanks to Matt Stanchfield for the tour and the use of his photos, and my key grip Todd Hughes.

Incoming

The rain was crashing on the roof last night.  Between the intermittent downpours and high altitude dreams, I didn’t seep very well.  Morning was a nice escape from the vivid stories my brain was feeding me all night to stay entertained.  At 5900 feet I could write a few books a night, if I kept a dream journal.  The fire was lit and the…

The Pineapple Island

Once again Joelle booked us through Tom Barefoot’s Tours; this time it was a private tour of Lanai in a 4×4.  This was by far my favorite part of the whole trip.  Our guide, Bruce Harvey, met us at the dock on Lanai with his suburban.  I don’t know why everyone was complaining about the ferry to/from Lanai.  It wasn’t that crowded and it’s going to…

Paragon to Lanai

My favorite part of our Maui trip was not even on Maui.  Joelle had done plenty of research and booked two trips to Lanai.  I wasn’t too excited about the idea of leaving my nice spot on the beach, with my book, to go look at another beach.  It turned out to be much more than that.  Joelle had booked two trips through Tom…

Delta, We Love to Take Your Money and It Shows

It’s too bad our years of invested miles are with Delta.  Their slogan used to be, “We love to fly and it shows,” now it’s, “Keep Climbing,” I assume they’re talking about their prices. 5:00am, I’m up.  Okay, I didn’t really sleep.  In 30 minutes I’d have to call a cab to get Joelle and I to the airport.  We were leaving for Maui for a week; a…

Duck Hunt

It was unfortunate my love for coffee hadn’t developed yet. To me 5:30am was reserved for west cost stock brokers, like my father, and morning radio personalities. It was a cold morning in the Owens Valley, California, and duck season was in full swing. I pulled on my camo pants, rubber boots, and headed to the club house to meet up with the rest…

Whale Watchin’

Normally I enjoy the the warm afterglow of a long night’s rest while marinading in my sheets but this Sunday morning, 7am, I’m up.  Church you ask?  Nope, whale watching.  Joelle had bought a living social deal which was about to expire and we had a an open day. If growing up near the ocean has taught me one thing, it’s that whales are…