There's No Business Like Snow Business

Quite a night here in the city famous for it's "rain."

Rem's Kool house

Macro view of a wall of the interior of the very cool Seattle Public Library, designed by Rem Koolhaas and Joshua Ramus.

Man in the Mirror

Another shot from the Thanksgiving Day shoot with Dragon.

Thanksgiving Turkey

On Thanksgiving Day, rather than celebrating the European conquest of the continent and genocide of the natives with a carnivorous meal, I instead had the pleasure of shooting Dragon, a talented Seattle musician, for the seventh time since meeting him on a Seattle street in 2002. It was a fun, even goofy, shoot at times. Here he cut loose after a series of tense and serious poses.

The Return of Axel

This weekend I had the thrill of shooting Axel, a figure skater visiting from France. We first met in 2002, when I photographed him and got some of my favorite photos, many still in my portfolio. I wondered if the magic would still be there these many years later. There was. Thank you again, Axel, for your beauty, talent, and spirit.

Alien--Live on Stage

Last week I had the privilege of attending the latest production by Brown Derby Players in Seattle, a staged reading of the movie ALIEN, done very high-camp and low-brow. I went especially to see my good friend Lisa Dora Sanphillippo, whom I directed in a play back in Idaho. A woman of incalculable comic ability, she always gives 110%. Her portrayal of Lambert, the Veronica-Cartrwright Crybaby, was the highlight of the show.

Xmas Comes Early to Seattle

Maybe It's Time...

Get (your head) out and Vote.

Found this old shot in the archives. Go vote, America. Lives depend on it.

Freedom

Sunday Couple

I've shot Andy and Raven before, and today's shoot with them was just as fun as the last one. Playful, creative, and present.

Friday

Friday I had the privilege of shooting Kevin, who worked as a model when he was younger.

Now why didn't I think of this?

You wanna get, you gotta give. Who says nothing comes for free?

One Year Later

One day, back in 2002, my father was visiting me in Seattle. It was less than a year after my mother's death, and he was not in good shape. But he kept up a good front when we went out and about the city. I snapped this shot while we stood in a bus shelter waiting for a bus, and the metal grating from the wall made the interesting shadow pattern on him.

It's not my favorite shot of my dad (that would be the one I posted last June for Father's Day), but I still like this odd little candid snap.

My father died a year ago today, and I was overwhelmed by a surge of grief this afternoon unlike anything I've felt before. While at work this afternoon I just happened to look at the clock, and realized a year ago, at this time, he was being prounounced dead. I didn't think at forty years of age I could experience an entirely new emotional experience so vivid. Shows how naive I am.