A Favorite? Not A Chance...

I was recently asked if I could pick, from every photo I've ever taken, a favorite. Well, I can't do that. There are too many "favorites". I was also asked about how I went about getting the shot. I can probably do that.

I recently moved all of the photos I took in 2016 from my desktop onto an external hard drive. There were some 44,000 photos. That's 120 photos a day, every day, for an entire year. That's five photos every hour, every day, for an entire year. Consider that I've been a photographer of some sort or another since the late 1970's and a professional photographer since 2013.

That's a lot of photographs.

Of course, this comes as no surprise to anyone who knows me. Whether I'm on a road trip, at a race track, a concert or just walking around old St. Augustine, you can bet your last shiny nickel that I'm going to end up with way too many images at the end of the day.

So, no, I can't pick a single photo. But I do have a few for which I've developed a special fondness.

Before I get into those, though,the question often comes up about the equipment I use versus the equipment I could've used. Digital photography has certainly become accessible to the masses in no small way because of the proliferation of high quality "point & shoot" cameras. I have my eye on a couple at the moment. While I have an old Canon G12, I rarely use it. This is, in large part, because of the quality we now find on cell phones. 

This is Devil's Tower near Sundance, Wyoming. I took this photo with my Canon 5D and, if I recall correctly, the Canon 24-70mm f/2.8L. The original image was color and I converted it to black and white in Photoshop. I took this photograph in June of 2012 during a 5,800 mile, 25 day cross country trip:

The weather was about as perfect as possible. Few clouds and plenty of sunshine meant that I wouldn't have to worry about setting up a tripod or anything. I was simply able to pull over to the side of the road, aim the camera and press the shutter release. I don't recall the parameters of the shot, but I would guess it was taken at about 1/640 at f/6.3, at an ISO of 100. It was an easy photo to shoot, although. I don't know that I could've gotten similar results with the iPhone 4S I had at the time. The early iPhones never impressed me in that regard.

This is an abandoned factory (a steel mill, I think) in Chattanooga, Tennessee. I was studying real estate photography with my dear friend Holt Webb (who's also a ridiculous photographer) in late 2014 when we found this little gem. I shot this with the Canon 6D. Unlike the Devil's Tower shot, I needed to exploit a wide angle lens here, and the Canon 17-40mm f/4L was the perfect fit.

I wanted to get the setting sun coming through an archway, but I didn't want to just have a "blob" of sunlight. I wanted, well, what you see here. I stopped down to f/16 (I don't know why I remember that), but that required me to slow the shutter down a bit. I wanted to make sure I had absolutely no motion blur, so I set the camera up on my Slik tripod and used a wired remote to trigger the shutter. When I took the photo, I didn't even notice the sun along the ground, nor could I see the bits of lens flare which, for me, help complete the photo.

Lastly, this is a sunset taken on my friend's boat, Charlie's First. Cliff operates Always For Sail charters here in St. Augustine and I was out with him one day doing some photo work for him. I hand-held the camera for this shot. Because I was on a boat, I had to hand-hold the camera. Setting up a tripod wasn't an option. 

I boosted the ISO to 3200 because of the dwindling light. I shot in Manual with the Canon 6D and the Canon 70-200mm f/2.8L. I did very little editing to this photo. I cropped it and cloned out a power pole in the distance, but did nothing to the color. This is pretty much as it was recorded.

While the full-frame bodies I shoot with get the job done (and done well), there's no denying the improvements being made in smaller cameras and, yes, even phones. I took this photo with my Apple iPhone 6S. It's not going to end up on the cover of LIFE or anything but, technically speaking, this shot of the Vilano Bridge in St. Augustine is a pretty good image:

Some companies simply try to do what others have done before them, only better. There's not a thing wrong with that. That's one of the reasons I've been eyeing a new Canon point & shoot. I've read good things, and it would be nice to leave the DSLR home now and again. 

Then there are those who look at how others have done things and take a completely different approach. One camera I'm watching out for is the new Light L16. I can't use any of their photos here, simply because I don't have permission to do so, but. you can read about it on their website light.co.  I tend to be skeptical of new approaches to photography (it took me forever to let go of film), but I can't lie: the L16 is intriguing as Hell, and I'd love to get my hands on one.

So, which way is the best way to go? Well, it depends on what you want to do and how you want to do it. Working for a magazine, a lot of my photos are taken with the camera on a tripod. When I take food shots, for instance, I have the room and the time to set up the shot:

But when time and mobility become primary considerations, it's time to start looking at options. I'll never get rid of my DSLR's, but I'll certainly want something which compliments them.

And who knows, maybe I'll get another shot at Devil's Tower...

New York, New York...

Simply stated, there's no finer place on the planet than New York City. If I could live anywhere, and money wasn't a factor, drop my ass in the middle of Manhattan and leave me be. I'll be fine.

I try to get up here once a year. Last year, I came up for a Mets game (my first at Citi Field). The whole point of this trip was to go to the Carnegie Deli in New York City. They're closing on New Year's Eve and, dammit, I wanted one more pastrami on rye.

The trip into the city would be made with two of my oldest, dearest friends, Patty and Eileen. We've been friends since high school, and I think I would be hard-pressed to find two people I would rather run amok in New York City with. We'd long decided that we would go into the city on the Tuesday I was on Long Island. We got lucky with the weather. It was cold, but clear.

We got on the train out of Central Islip at about 9:30am. There was some delay, but nothing to horrible and certainly nothing that was going to put a crimp in our day.

 

We made it into Penn Station a little after 10:30am. It's always surprised me how busy this place is all day long.

Penn Station, about 90 minutes before the lunch hour...

Now, when I go to New York City, there are those things which let me know that I am, in fact, in the greatest city in the world. One of those things is the venerable Madison Square Garden. I can't imagine going anywhere in the world and finding too many buildings which have a more recognizable name. As you come up from the subterranean Penn Station, it's right there:

Madison Square Garden...

Our first stop was all for me: B&H Photo on 9th Avenue. The place is absolutely enormous and carries, quite literally, anything that any professional or amateur photographer could ever want. If you ever fine yourself in New York City and you happen to be a photographer, it's worth the visit, even if you don't buy anything, just to check out the conveyor system they have.

After B&H, we started to make our way up to midtown and the Carnegie Deli. This was, after all, the entire reason I decided to make this trip. The walk wasn't bad at all, despite the temperature being in the low 40's (and it might as well been 10 degrees below, amIright?). It wasn't long before we found ourselves in the middle of Times Square:

Times Square...

Times Square...

We made our way from Times Square over to 7th Avenue, turned left and, before we knew it, we'd made it to the Carnegie Deli.

Or, more accurately, we made it to the line of people who were waiting to get into the Carnegie Deli:

The line to get into the Carnegie Deli...

You know, it's a funny thing. When you're moving along in sub-arctic temperatures, you really don't get cold. Your blood is flowing and you're getting some exercise and, well, everything is grand. It's when you stop moving that you begin to question the wisdom of waiting on line, outside, to do anything. It's even more insane to wait outside in such temperatures, to do anything, for an hour and 45 minutes.

But that's what we did.

Freezing my ass off on 7th Avenue outside the Carnegie Deli...

Our perseverance was rewarded, though, when we were finally seated.The Carnegie Deli is a lot smaller than I remembered, but the experience was exactly the same:

Celebrity photos, from the span of almost 80 years, cover every wall of Carnegie Deli...

Eileen, Patty and me patiently waiting for our lunch at the Carnegie Deli...

Our server, a lovely older lady named Desmarine, came over and took our orders. Of course, we all went for the pastrami on rye which contains over a pound of pastrami. Patty and Eileen opted to split a sandwich and, considering the size of these things, that probably wasn't a bad idea. I had no one to split mine with and, even if I did, I wouldn't have. This sandwich, after all, was the reason I came to New York in the first place and, goddammit, this was mine:

Carnegie Deli's pastrami on rye with mustard: Culinary perfection...

I'm not generally known to be a man of any deep faith, but things like this have to, at the very least, make you allow for the possibility that there really is a God and that he wants us to be happy. He wants us to be really, really happy:

Don't I look happy?

With our meal completed and the bill paid, we decided to start making our way downtown. We made it as far as Rosie O'Grady's on 7th, where we stopped for a little bit of warming therapy:

Mmmmmmmm... juice...

While we were enjoying our first cocktails of the day, there was a bit of a commotion outside. A number of police vehicles streamed past the bar, some of which stopped to block traffic. As we weren't that far from 5th Avenue, our first thought was that it was Donald Trump's motorcade. In fact, it was the motorcade of Vice President Joe Biden, who was to appear on The Late Show with Steven Colbert.

Joe Biden gets rock star parking...

The Vice President's seal...

We worked our way down 5th Avenue until we came upon St. Patrick's Cathedral. There aren't too many more iconic sites in New York, so we decided to stop. I've been in some amazing churches and cathedrals in my time, but never St. Patrick's. That would change today:

St. Patrick's Cathedral( low-res cell phone picture)...

Inside St. Patrick's Cathedral. The cathedral covers an area of two acres and seats in excess of 2,500...

After St. Patrick's, I had another "first" on my list. I'd never seen the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. That, too, would change today.

The Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center. It's 94 feet tall, weighs 14-tons and has 50,000 lights...

Prometheus, the most photographed monumental sculpture in all of New York City...

Rockefeller Center as seen from in front of Saks 5th Avenue...

We slowly found ourselves back on 5th Avenue, where we decided to check out the windows of Saks 5th Avenue. Window dressing takes on a whole new meaning in New York, and Saks offers an amazing example of it:

One of the entrances into Saks 5th Avenue...

And, as if that wasn't enough, there was also a Trans-Siberian-esque lighting/music display on the side of the building, right on 5th Avenue (apologies for the sketchy focus):

After Saks, we decided we wanted to make our way down to the East Village to check out "Beetle House NYC", which is a Tim Burton themed bar. It was down on East 6th Street so, coming from 51st Street it took a little while. But it was worth the ride and the $18.00 cab fare, especially considering that it was dipping into the high 30's and was starting to rain a bit.

Behind the bar at Beetle House NYC...

Eileen and Patty checking out the drink menu at Beetle House NYC...

Even Sweeney Todd was on hand to scare patrons. This guy did a really good Johnny Depp...

These are true craft cocktails here, and I'm pretty sure I'm stealing one of them and making it my own. It's one of the tastiest cocktails I've ever had. And, no, I'm not going to say what's in it.

Yet...

That's red sugar around the rim...

Our bartender, Eddie, treated us to a shot of Fireball, served in bitchin' skull shot glasses, before we left...

Despite the fun we were having at Beetle House, we hadn't had dinner yet and we still had to catch the train back to Long Island. So, we said our goodbyes to Sweeney Todd and Eddie and quickly got a cab. Our destination? Five Napkin Burger on 14th Street. We'd passed this enticing burger joint on the way to the East Village, and I'm pretty sure it was nothing more than the name which convinced us to go. We got out of the cab and darted across the street, into the waiting confines of yummy, beefy goodness.

I got the cheddar & bacon burger with a black & white malt. Sweet mother of everything holy these were good. Five napkins? That's actually a bit optimistic:

At some point, I think someone decided that all food in New York City had to be enormous...

Probably the best malt I've ever had. Shakes are good, but this thing? Daaaamn...

Looking down at my watch, I was both surprised at how late it was and by how quickly the day had flown by. We'd done a lot on this day, and there were probably a dozen more things we'd have done if we'd had the time. Such is the nature of New York City. We grabbed a cab back to Penn Station, got on our train after a short wait, and made our way back to the Island.

I can't wait to see what we do next year...

Off To The Big City...

It was with a bit of sadness that I recently heard that the Carnegie Deli; that iconic fixture on Manhattan's 7th Avenue, which has played host to countless celebrities, political figures and other assorted luminaries, would be closing its doors on December 31, 2016. I'd been there a few times as a kid and always loved the ridiculously huge sandwiches they served.

And I wanted one more.

So, after talking to some Long Island friends, I decided to make a pilgrimage to the big city. I decided I would, one last time, enjoy what is truly a culinary masterpiece.

It would be a quick trip. I would spend six quick days on Long Island, visiting friends and stomping around the old stomping grounds. But there would be that one goal. There would be that one unwavering draw to the city which was the catalyst for this entire trip.

Carnegie Deli.

I scored a ridiculously low airfare (which I jumped on) and flew from Jacksonville on December 3. Now, admittedly, it had been some time since I'd been on a place. I last flew in October of 2012 when I went to Portland, Oregon to scope out the area prior to accepting a job there. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that, since then, someone finally decided that it was okay for me to leave my laptop in its bag and that my shoes could remain on my feet.

I haven't used this in a few years...

I've flown out of Jacksonville International only three times, and I always get a kick out of the different displays they put up. Since I would be flying close to the holidays, I guess it comes as no surprise that there would be a sleigh. Only this had a decidedly Floridian twist. You see, the sleigh on display was being pulled by eight porpoise:

How Santa gets around Florida...

And, as if a sleigh pulled by eight porpoise wasn't enough, how about a Maserati? I'm not sure why it was here; it's not like there were a bunch of them on display. Then again, at $92,000, I guess they really need to sell only one:

Merry Christmas...

My flight to New York was uneventful (isn't that the best way?) and I was collected at Kennedy Airport by my friend Patty. As it wasn't that late, and I hadn't yet eaten, we decided it that we'd get some dinner. If you ever find yourself driving around Long Island at 9:30 at night and you want some dinner, might I suggest breakfast at the Hauppauge Palace Diner:

Any time is a good time for breakfast...

The next week promised to be a blur, so we called it a night after we ate and headed back to Patty & Chris' house.

This week should be a good one...

What Your Mortality Has To Say About Those Plans You've Made...

Someone sent me an internet meme recently.

Now, of course, we all get these almost daily. Many are funny, many are stupid, but they're harmless enough that you usually forget about it within seconds of closing the e-mail. 

This one I received recently, though, was not one of those memes. This one demanded that you think about its message:

I sat and looked at that for a minute, and it reinforced the way I've decided to approach life.

In April, my ex-wife's brother John, to whom I had remained mildly close, died suddenly at the age of 49. He was a relatively healthy guy. He may have smoked an occasional cigarette and probably could've had a better diet, but he was in far better health and physical shape than I am. That notwithstanding, his life came to an end on the shitty end of a heart attack.

Just a few weeks ago, a friend of mine here in Florida; Russell, was found in his apartment. Now, Russell was known to have a drink now and again and he was a smoker. Still, like John, Russell suffered a heart attack that brought his life to a premature end. He was only 51.

I'm 54. I have a horrible diet. I could stand to lose a few pounds. While I no longer smoke, I did so for 35 years. I drink. I don't exercise. There's a litany of reasons why I'm a prime candidate for a premature demise, yet here I am.

Considering your own mortality sucks.

So, back to that meme...

Nothing is guaranteed. John had great plans for his kids that will go unfulfilled. While Russell and I weren't close, he'd been bringing his life in line with a healthier lifestyle. What he'd planned for that healthier lifestyle I can only guess. The point, though, is that it doesn't actually matter at this point.

I used to be a big fan of plans. Let me make a plan and a list and, Goddammit, I'll rule the world. But that's not how life works. I've accepted that life doesn't give a damn about my "plans". What I want to do tomorrow or next week or next year matters not to life. It's going to throw what it wants at me and, when it finally decides to throw me my last breath, I want to go out knowing I didn't have "plans" that would forever go unfulfilled.

See, you're going to run out of time. At some point, your time will be up, and there won't be a damn thing you can do about it. The bitch of it is that you don't know when that time will come. It could come tomorrow or it could come ten years from now. But, when you think about everything you want to do, ask yourself: Do you think you've got the time?

Live your life. Live it now. If you're lucky enough, you'll be living it 20 or 30 or 50 years from now.

But you might not...

End Of An Era...

I suppose it was bound to happen. I guess I just didn't want to wrap my head around the reality of it. I knew it would hurt. I knew there would be an inescapable sense of loss.

The Explorer is gone.

My 1999 Ford Explorer served me well. It got me from San Diego, California to to Portland, Oregon. Then, when it came time to leave Portland for the east coast, it became my refuge on wheels. For 5,800 miles over the course of 25 days, I was in that truck, having embarked on the trip of a lifetime. It was just me, with my camera in the passenger seat. It's the best goddamn thing I've ever done.

The reality of my situation, though, is such that I do a lot of driving, and the Explorer just wasn't the most fuel efficient vehicle on the road. At only 17 mpg, I was driving away a significant percentage of my profits, especially if I was driving to USC in South Carolina or Florida State in Tallahassee. I had to bite the bullet.

So, the Explorer is gone; sold to a young family who needs it for piddling around town as opposed to making protracted road trips. In its stead is a 2013 Nissan Altima:

I'll miss that truck, to be completely honest with you.

I'm going to leave the photo of the truck on the beach at the top for a while; at least until I get a more appropriate photo of the new ride (which, by the way, averages 38mpg). 

Back To The Grind...

Summer shooting is fun, but there are two undeniable truths to it. 

First, it wears on you. In a place like Myrtle Beach, you experience a very special kind of heat. The humidity is something that has to be experienced to be appreciated. The heat index (that magically random number that some meteorologist came up with years ago) was routinely over 100 degrees. Now, ordinarily, that would be enough. But not in Myrtle Beach.

The fields in Myrtle Beach are artificial turf. Artificial turf can be (and often is) 10 to 15 degrees hotter than natural grass. It was common for the surface temperature of the fields to reach temperatures approaching 150 degrees.

And you feel it in your feet all day long.

Add to that the fact that, while you're shooting different teams every game, if you're not careful it's easy to get complacent. You tend to always line up the same shots, game after game. This is where the mental part comes in. You want to get something "new" while maintaining the standards which have been established for photos. These are a couple of my best from the summer:

The second undeniable truth is that summer shooting always comes to an end. When it does, you'd better have something else ready to go.

The month of August is, historically, the beginning of my "college shooting". Photographing sororities and fraternities can be challenging. These are kids, after all, and they often have the attention span of... oh, look; Something shiny!

You realize what I'm saying.

The shooting, in and of itself, isn't difficult. The difficult part is getting a bunch of college kids to not only listen to what some middle aged photographer has to say, but getting them to do what he tells them to do.

My shooting starts August 13 at Georgia Southern University in Statesboro, Georgia. I'll be photographing just one sorority this time around, but that's okay. Like I said, the hardest part of the gig will be the drive. These shots are from a shoot last year at the University of Central Florida, but you get the idea:

So, the summer is over and now it's time to get back to work.

You know... If you wanna' call it that...