Around the neighborhood
Inspired by the contrasty images of Todd Heisler that were featured on the NYTimes’ Lens blog, I downloaded the same iPhone app he used, ShakeItPhoto, and then went walking around Wicker Park. Although I wish I had the real deal, I was happy with a few that I ‘snapped’:
(This is for you Tommy. I can’t figure out how to remove the blue border, but it is not a wanted feature.)
Sundown in Sayulita
A recent vacay in Mexico with the family. Although near Peurto Vallarta for the majority of the time, we found ourselves in Sayulita for a couple of days. I would have much preferred to camp there for a few nights, but I guess I’ll just have to return soon. Didn’t shoot much, but here are some wide, rather unintimate, eye-level shots of both towns:
Soddy Daisy prepares for the Rose Bowl
I spent quite some time at Soddy Daisy High School marching band’s final practice before they travel to California for the Rose Bowl Parade. The parade, a six-mile route with two 90-degree turns, has pushed the band members to spend six months building up their endurance. At the final practice, the band walked six miles around the school’s track, playing all the way.
(Here is a video I did for the paper as well.)
Snow-free sledding
As is tradition at many parks in Chattanooga, “sledding” on paper boxes (which appeared many posts ago) is an inexpensive weekend activity. But as the end of December approached, the lack of snow and the anxiousness that followed pushed many Chattanoogans to grab their sleds and head to the hills, disregarding the grass. Here a family of four, dressed in appropriate sledding attire and using both sleds and boogie boards, enjoy the Sunday sunshine at Renaissance Park.
Christmas at the Community Kitchen
This year I had to work on Christmas Day…the first time I wasn’t spending it at home with my family. Although I was sad not to have the traditional holiday (my wonderful family did drive down and surprise my on Christmas day so I wouldn’t spend it alone) it was refreshing to spend the day documenting the selflessness and community that can be found in, perhaps, less conventional places. The Community Kitchen was my first stop.
And then I spotted a family singing Christmas carols to the tombstone of their dear father/grandfather:












































