"This morning I was born again, I was born again complete
I stood up above my troubles and I stand on my two feet
My hand it feels unlimited, my body feels like the sky
I feel at home in the universe where yonder planets fly"
– Woody Guthrie
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Dec 24
I suppose I’m going through a bit of a sepia phase. Then again, I’ve been looking at a lot of brown landscapes lately…
I don’t care if the sun don’t shine
And the rain keeps pouring down on me and mine
‘Cause our kind of love never seems to get old
It’s better than silver and gold.
More pics of Joan here.
Reading this nugget of pop culture goodness I felt like I was five again. Are our children going to see David Blaine and Jimmie Johnson with the same eyes we saw Evel Knievel and Richard Petty? If so, I am superlatively disappointed on their behalf. The world needs more crazy mofos hurling themselves through fireballs.
I think the happiest moment for a photographer is the moment they KNOW they got the shot that they imagined before they hit the shutter … when the creative and the actual snap together and become one.
This composition has been rattling around in my head since I first saw the arched bridges in photos a friend took at the Chicago show. The way the lean in The Edge’s legs line up with the curve in the railing, the way the body kicks back almost perpendicular to the arc, the highlights from the spotlight … I will swear to the deity of your choice that this is exactly what I wanted.
(OK, the green hue in the background … I’ll credit THAT to serendipity.)
This was one of those perfect moments as a photographer. Everything went into slow motion as the camera locked focus and my trigger finger mashed the shutter button. BAM. Before it came up on the viewfinder I knew I had it.
When I pulled the images up on my computer I didn’t even want to bother processing or uploading any of the other photos. I feel almost like they detract from this one. (But here they are anyway.)
And sweet merciful crap what a stellar show it was … and please play the acoustic version of Stuck in a Moment You Can’t Get Out Of at my funeral.
It’s been a couple years since I was able to attend the Austin City Limits Festival. This year was a fantastic time to finally get back into the groove. The weather didn’t exactly cooperate (sorry, no photos from Saturday!), but it didn’t ruin the experience, either. (At least, not for me.) The torrential rains seemed to suit Flogging Molly just fine. The subsequent Sunday mudfest … gross, but really nothing more than a stinky, slimy distraction.
Overall, I had a blast. Our crew was up close for Them Crooked Vultures, The Dead Weather and Pearl Jam. It’s hard to complain about that.
To see the slideshow of the pics I got, click here.
I’ve missed you, Austin. I hope to see you again soon.
