A herd I'd never seen.

So yesterday Deanna took me to see something amazing. Bighorn sheep, so close you could almost touch them, in a park. Here are a few shots I got. Not a lot that really stands out to me. But a fantastic experience. Deanna has a few on her blog that are really good, I'd recommend checking those out.

Behind me, where I've come from, lightning flashes. Wind and moisture spill over the edges of the valley. But now, in the heart, the air is still. An empty lot, bordering a building throbbing with internal heartbeats and rhythm. A rare occurrence where I am. Partially paved from it's former life. It offers a new look at the perpetual site of progress. A half dozen camps of those sleeping beneath its trapped light cough, rustle and complain lightly as I snap my shots quickly and depart.

Cement

I've been going out lately. To places I've never been. Places I've always wanted to go. Some are physical locations, some are states of mind. Anywho. Here's a photo from one of the locations I was at recently. (Shutter release cable and new tripod for the win.

Plane.

I'm distracted. Here's a plane.

Blur

This all originated from a couple firends photos and one I took accidentally. The general idea is to make good use of blur. I haven't had much time to myself as of late, so the only exploration of this I've been able to accomplish is one just outside my place of employment. More to come. Along with a beginning of my Vegas Project.

The Palace

I heard it referred to as "The Palace" by a resident today. The "Boby Motel" is the last motel on your way out of Las Vegas by Boulder Highway. There is a story attached to this Motel. I saw it first a long time ago. The story has developed, evolved. And it's almost true in my mind.

I was far away. All I saw was the Motel, and city lights twinkling in the distance. A car was being loaded up. The door to a room open, orange light spilling into the dark, contrasting the green of the outdoor lights. A man was loading up the car with bags, quickly. A woman standing in the doorway, silhouetted. I thought the two were in love. The town had gotten ahold of them, but they had planned to leave for years. And this quiet moment, this night, was theirs. They didn't make a fuss about it. They just quietly found the exit this night. I imagine that every time the man went back into the room to retrieve another bag the couple shared a smile. I think that with one more breath of dusty air the man and woman looked at their room, closed and locked the door and got into their car. And I hope that as they pulled away they looked in their rear view mirror (because turning to look back wasn't an option) at the dance of glowing fireflies in the distance, the shimmer of their former lives, and smiled. I hope they found a place to keep this town in their hearts as the home they started from. Because every story has a beginning.

I wasn't able to get all of the shots I wanted. I didn't want to intrude on the privacy of some people standing outside. So I'll go back another day.

I then visited a place that has never been named appropriately. "The Cave" was once floated, but never caught. It simply is. Coated with grime and dirt and thought. It belongs to those who find it.

Ours

It was worn, rusted, not grand or new. It was dirty. Half our hurdles pre-dated us. Our blocks had to be manned by two people. But it was ours, and that's all that realy mattered.

Nevada Sate Track

So I went to Del Sol today, mostly on a whim, and spent from 3:00PM to 9:00PM shooting the state track meet. It's amazing what you can get away with just by holding a camera. The original plan was to simply take some photos of track, because I've always wanted to. Especially after a friend of mine did some a while back. I was so very jealous. So, even though this was only high school, I had quite a bit of fun. (For anyone who reads this and doesn't know me too well, I did tack back in high school. Hurdles. Hilarious, I know. But I can jump like a mofo.) It brought back a bunch of memories, which was nice.

But as I took photos I saw a theme developing. Some don't quite fit, those are the.. more classic ones. There are a bunch in here though that fall into a theme that I can't name exactly. So much of track is focused on the 'doing' of the event. I was always of the opinion that the moments just before and just after your event are the ones you'll remember the most. The moments before that gun goes off are the most intense moments I can recall.

Now prepare yourself for...lots of images.

It's like a compulsion.

You can't walk past this without taking photos. It's nearly impossible.

Anticipation mounts...

The quad is covered with hundreds of chairs. The geometric placement of each and every one is carefully measured and executed. Years of work, from teachers, parents, friends, family and the graduate themselves has nearly reached its inevitable peak. Graduation is upon us. *Suttle green hue courtesy of Blogger*