Not Costa Rica

Here's a few I meant to post before the trip.


A Names and Faces of a girl who runs tours for school kids at the NC Art Museum. Grant nixed it because of the 'exposure' on the right.


Paparazzi attack on Giana at the Cook Out. GLOAM!!!


Andy rocks the horseshoe glass at lunch.


Jared does his best to explain some deep stuff.


Chris makes a near-fatal decision to photograph Daemon.


Poker night at Casa de Onvural. Andy actually won a hand! Yay Andy!


Blue wall. Blue light. A tongue touches a nose. I wish I could quit you, Arms With A Blue Light.

MLK Weekend 2

The Saturday stuff was basically just this one class on praise dance, and I was there for 4+ hours. I think I whiffed on most of what I went for, and my percentage was way down from Friday night, but I was much more engaged in what I was photographing. It was a tough day for me on a number of levels (photographically, spiritually, emotionally), but it's always good to have your basic assumptions challenged, especially when their foundation is cynicism.

Anyway, Friday night and Saturday afternoon MLK events.


The Parade Of Hats, with my three cool girls from the other day.



This guy lit things up. He was the featured singer in a male chorus, and he drove up from Ft. Bragg apparently to set this church on fire. One hell of a singer.



This is Cheryl, the dancer from Friday. She ran the class on Praise Dance at the Expo on Saturday. Those are some of their awesome outfits behind her.



Sometimes you have to stand on a chair while someone spins around and throws their arms up at you. Here, there are two groups doing very different moves at the same time along with the song.



These are called "angel wings". All ribbons and streamers and things used in praise dance are considered weapons and armor in the war against satan.



Speaking of angel wings, this one's for Timmy.

the un-longhairing

Doth not even nature itself teach you, that, if a man have long hair, it is a shame unto him?

I Corinthians 11:14

MLK Weekend 1

Martin Luther King weekend came and went, and I was there for all of it. At least Cary's MLK celebration. I was there so long I helped close the doors, figuratively (and almost literally). They gave me a t-shirt for my time, and because it was the end of the events and they had dozens of shirts left over ("You want one for every day of the week?").

This is from Friday night's events. More of this tomorrow, along with Saturday's expo.


There were mimes...




Lined up and waiting for the Parade of Hats.




These girls were awesome. They've been best friends all their lives. They got to lead the Parade of Hats.




And, of course, people danced.




And Cheryl danced. Very passionate and intense dancer. More of her tomorrow.

Eid 2

The other group of shots from this event.








For one brief, splendid moment, I felt like Cartier-Bresson.

Eid 1

The other Muslim holiday rolled around this week, and the Cary group celebrated this morning. You know me: where Muslim folk get together, I show up with a camera.

The essay grows.

More pics tomorrow.

The Click and whatnot

Things from the past few days.


Super Crazy Final ANSPAD Lunch: The Late-Night Nun-Boxing Attack!


We cheered Timmy on his birthday! Yay Timmy! Number 3, you're SHORT!


Timmy's birthday crowd! Yay Timmy!


Late night bonfires rule!


Found a guy with no hands! This guy HAS NO HANDS! Look down, what do you see? YOU SEE YOUR HANDS! THIS GUY, HE AIN'T GOT THEM SORTS OF THINGS! HE'S NO HANDS GUY! LOOK AT HIM SUFFER! LOOK AT ALL THAT SUFFERING! FEEL IT DEEP IN YOUR GUT! YEAH! YEAH, FEEL IT! FEEL IT! NO EFFING HANDS!!!

Iowa, part the final

The last of the Thanksgiving pictures from Iowa.

From the trip home.





Massages are one of the benefits of having family that owns a day spa.





A decidedly more intimate photo.