I fell in love and all I got was this effing t-shirt Jon Hillenbrand, September 13, 2007October 17, 2019 Such a nice day today. Crisp cold and I can almost see my breath. Sunny with sharp shadows, the kind you see in space photography. My outdoor shoot, distant across a green field, the blue sky almost as deep as black, a picnic with happy people. It’s coming together for me now, the sharp crack of the shutter, me guiding the camera, compensating for the black shadows, seeing a friend or three there, I wait and move to the left, and her face opens right up. I watch and wait and more smiles appear, clicking and playing with their reaction. Some smile and wave, some turn and frown. I’m a professional photographer and it’s hard to have a better job in the world. Ten minutes before, I was shooting for National Geographic, and I had come to her county to shoot the bridges. We met, we wooed, deny it as we might, we loved and gained and lost a lifetime in brief visits. She knew her future wasn’t with me, though we both hoped to find a way through. But the night ended and days of noisy responsibility returned, followed by regret and yearning and something big missing. And then she was there. I’m leaving her county for the last time, and she knows this. I see her sitting in the passenger seat of her husband’s truck, her hand almost turning the door handle enough to open it, looking ahead at me with desperate longing. I’m in front of her in my truck, waiting at the light, a silhouette in the bright rain, hanging her cross from my rear view mirror, waiting for as long as I can, my signal blinking. But she doesn’t move and I turn for the long drive onwards… Reality hits. I’m not in Madison County. I’m in Chicago. My signal is still blinking, so I turn West and drive directly into the sun, its light warming my cold wind-blown face with my new clothes and my sad-seeming music, destination unknown. Photography Thoughts photography
Photography Does the British Mafia use cricket bats to break kneecaps? April 11, 2008October 17, 2019 There are many cultural differences between members of separate nations. Often these differences come about because of the different sports that those nations play. I’m nearly an outcast in my own country with my knowledge of rally car racing and Formula 1, sports largely ignored by my fellow Yanks. While… Read More
Photography Et maintenant au Congo August 30, 2010October 17, 2019 Often when I am photographing wealthy socialites partying or buying art on the north shore of Chicago, I think of a friend of mine, Amy Ernst, who is in the Congo right now taking amazing photos of interesting people. But she’s not there to take photos, she’s doing her part… Read More
Photography Vanilla petals melting on the ground before me December 7, 2009October 17, 2019 I’m glad I’m not a writer, in the professional sense. Sure, I take photos, and sure, some people might think I’m putting myself out there with my “vision of the world”, but for me, my vision(s) of the world are literally snapshots in time, not labored over, heavily edited presentations… Read More