…to drop my husband off. For a year. It was a two day drive on the never not boring I-5 corridor with stops only for ICEEs, In-And-Out and toilet breaks. Facetime has already become the newest member to our marriage. Welcome Facetime! Caption for the above photo: “I’m so over you and your hipster camera.”-Ivaloo
Although none of those awesome people are photographed here as I’m a hand talker and used my hands to talk instead of take photos. But all of these great people have prints from the Instant Noun show for sale at Rare Device.
Oh LiveJournal. Thank you for being my first blog. You were minimal in style and 85% of Brazil populated your pages. In December of 2005, I decided to only listen to Christmas music during my 25 minute commute to work and the 25 minute drive back home 10 hours later. It’s a tradition that, although at times torturous, continues to this day: 30 Days Of Christmas Music Dec. 1st, 2005 | 11:41 pm Christmas starts the day after Thanksgiving. I […]
Andrea and Aaron done did it and had a adorable wee one named Ewan. As a fellow Scot, I can already picture him in his little kilt. Congratulations Mom and Pop! And happy two months baby!
A weekend without travel and a day to be very Portland by visiting the XOXO fest where Summer was selling prints and we shot the shit with friends we hadn’t seen in a while. And then a walk over to a bike kid-thingy where Ms. Nieto was taking photos and looking tuff. It was possibly the last real summer of the year and I was in town for it. It was a win weekend. I think I even wore a […]
Pawuska. Woodward. Canyon of the Ancients. The ruins we don’t speak of. On the road to Durango. Distracted on the way to Durango. Tallgrass Prairie Preserve. Fin.* * Just the start of my summer with smart, hat-wearing, archaeologist types. I might buy me a pith helmet.
They begin the next phase of their life 180 miles to the south of Portland in the land of (looking at Wikipedia) Deschutes Brewery. I raise a bottle of Green Lakes to you, my friends! Roberta Jane and Wiley. Tiny and Beth. The Wolf. Dennis and Ms. Nieto.
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So my husband and his two friends have this podcast that they record once a week in a wood paneled basement somewhere in Portland. There is a leather sofa and X-Box in the basement, thank you for asking. In the wood paneled, leather couch basement these three friends ramble on about beer and tea and Gu and taking care of “business” whilst running. And they say it all into microphones. And once a week they put all these chats up on iTunes […]
The trip started in Portland, continued for twelve hours in Los Angeles, and was supposed to wrap up after a two-day drive through the flatlands of California and Oregon. The goal of this trip was to retrieve Russ from his four-month long stint working for the Hollywood machine in Southern California and bring him back to his home in Portland for good. My first few hours on the ground in Los Angeles were spent visiting some of our hold haunts […]
…is an extension of my childhood. I grew up camping in the middle of nowhere with a rock-hounding dad and this summer I get to go out and shoot a TV show on archaeological dig sites.In the middle of nowhere.My mom took that photo above of my sister and I. I’m not sure where it is, but a safe bet is a California desert. A few years later and this photo would feature us holding our very own water spray […]
Voted “Least Likely to Want Any Sort of Attention Drawn to Myself”, Melissa still let me tag along through out her and Paul’s pregnancy, including being at the ultrasound to find out if Truly was a girl or a boy with some other name. If it were a boy, I voted for Frank. Or Fritz. Ask anyone and they will tell you that Melissa is pretty selfless. She knows I’m done-past the point of being able to give birth now (oh […]
When Russ comes home next month he’ll have worked out of town for 6 out of the last 7 months. The halfway mark of this haul was our anniversary and the 2 year anniversary gift is cotton so we bought each other socks. It was a good anniversary.
Laydy Tyme = Leah, Kimi and Justine. Leah and Kimi are the photographers, Justine is the stylist and brought awesome Bobby who does the hairs. And me, I’m the on-set Polaroid photographer. That’s how we do it. If this photo could speak it would say: Don’t go chasing waterfalls. Stick to the rivers and the streams that your used to.
Kate and Johnny Awesome (not their actual last name, although it could be) chose the lovely and talented Kimi Kolba to photograph their wedding day AND added Kimi’s Polaroid Please package (me!)! Thank you Kimi for being you. And thank you Kate and Johnny for letting us share your special day.
Amy celebrated her third year in Portland with some grillin’ four stories high. I celebrated by taking Polaroids with filters and making everyone with sunglasses look directly into the sun. Miss Amy Nieto Ms. Sacred Nicolle Lotus Ms. Design Summer Is Mine Miss Whitney Revivify Mr. Tuttle, Esq.
Fun Fact: While trying to find the beer, I looked up and saw a face I knew. Sort of. He looked at me and pointed and we realized we had said, “Hi” to each other in the hallways at work for the past two years, but had never met. Until Leah and Rob’s wedding. The guy and hot lady right above? They’re neighbors to the happy couple. Thanks Leah and Rob for introducing me to my co-worker!
…… Four years ago, Lori and Cate introduced me to my first ’Roid Week and I will always love them for it. Well, I’d love them without ‘Roid Week. Come on. My collection of Polaroid cameras was already growing to the point of obnoxious by 2007, and being part of a group that loved the process of Polaroid as much as I did was inspiring. Back then, my friend Scott was helping expand my habit by introducing me to the world of the peel apart which seemed so […]
“Oh, you’re from Oregon (Washington can also fit here)! It’s so green and beautiful.” Yes. Yes it is. Until you’re about an hour and a half east of Portland (Seattle can also fit here), then it is high desert complete with tumbleweeds and sage brush. Not pictured here: tumbleweeds and sage brush. I need to get my arse out there.
Once again, I brought out the Macro for the Polaroid Spectra that my friend George sent me a few years ago. And even though all the Polaroid Spectra film in the whole entire world has been expired for almost 2 years, it’s still beautiful and I will still buy it as long as I can. Fun Fact: There is a string that you pull from the close up attachment that when pulled taut will let you know where your focus […]
It’s your birthday little lady and for your birthday I finally finished (okay, I may have just finished it AROUND your birthday by chance) off the roll of film from my visit with you where we both had migraines and watched Australia’s Next Top Model. Side note: why isn’t there a Scotland’s Next Top Model so we can celebrate this franchise AND our heritage? I’m writing a letter to someone about this. I’m glad you’re down there, but I will be […]
The Man from Berlin didn’t want to go to the beach. It had been raining. It had been cold. Cold enough for him to put on a second pair of socks. But we gently recommended it every half hour or so until there we were. At the beach. When it came time to go, we yelled his name from down the beach. A few times. He took one last look. And then another.
We worked our way up from Los Angeles to near the Canadian border. Los Angeles felt familiar but not like home. I knew where to go to get the shot of The Strip and where to get the sunset reflecting off the buildings of Downtown. While the DP got the shimmer of the sunset, I got to talk to an old neighbor who didn’t know we were neighbors, but did go to high school with my old landlord. I told […]
A few months later, I was up at the pub and started talking to a couple at one of the booths. “Oh you just moved here? Where from?” I asked. “Klamath Falls.”, the smaller one said. “I was just there on a shoot in the Lava Beds!” I got a little too excited about this, probably fueled by the full Imperial pint flowing through my system at this point. “I WORKED at the Lava Beds!” She was a bit excited […]
I get to go behind the curtain, behind the shelving, behind the “No Admittance” and “Personal Only” doors. Up the stairs passed the red velvet ropes, and off the marked trails. I get to hear the academic stories and the personal tales. I get to sift through photos of grandparents, and of uncles of people I’ll never meet. I become an armchair expert of many very small specific histories. I get to go behind the curtain.