I decided that I should maybe learn how to cook. Belonging to a community garden as well as having many plants of my own in my yard, plus Provo's Saturday Farmer's Market, I have a lot of fresh produce that I should eat. Another summer goal, besides learning how to cook, is taking more food photographs. Fortunately for me, they go hand in hand.
This salad was really easy, the trick for me was the salad dressing because I had never made one before. I'm a novice...so it's simple, but tasty.
Blueberry Apricot Salad: [toss] a variety of lettuce. kale. chard. blueberries. fresh (and/or dried) apricots.
[blend] 1 cup white wine vinegar. 1/4 cup sugar. a handful of blueberries.
The lettuce from this salad came from a community garden as well as a friend's private garden. The apricot's from a friend's tree. The blueberries from the farmer's market.
If there is a carnival within a 80 mile radius, you can pretty much guarantee that I will be there. Every year Spanish Fork has "Fiesta Days", aka an excuse to have a carnival. I went on Saturday night and rode some rides, took a few pictures. This is my favorite of the digital images I took. I also took my Holga (the ideal carnival camera), it proved successful once before, so we shall see what comes out of it when I develop my pictures. If so, there will be another Fiesta Days post, if not, this may be it until the Utah County Fair (August 18-21).
It's summer and summers in Provo, Utah mean outdoor adventures. I've been spending a lot of time outside between camping, hiking, rock climbing, going off rope swings, and just sitting around campfires. These pictures are from Zion's National Park, but more will come soon not only from Zion's but other places I've been recently. It'll be a nice little break from all the Bosnia work I've been developing and scanning.
What if I did a series of images from Sarajevo that looked something like this. [Rough version of my developing idea.] Juxtaposing current pictures with pictures of war. Visualizing how although the war is over and people have moved on, there is still an underlying current of war, everybody has a story they tell whether provoked or not. It still is there although initially you wouldn't think so. Just a thought.
Sometimes I like to go through old pictures. I am always surprised at what I find, sometimes thinking I only got one good pictures out of a shoot I find five more to edit, and sometimes I have just down right forgotten what I did. This session was one of those, where I forget about it for one reason or another and I never posted their engagement pictures on my blog. I photographed Patsy and Greg nearly a year ago, and it's interesting to see what I did just a year ago, how I photographed and then edited my pictures. Interesting to see how my style has changed (and then hasn't) since then. I found a few that I liked from the shoot, didn't re-edit them as I would have today, but rather just grabbed a few favorites and wanted to post them (however I am sure the top 5 I found today are different than what I would have chosen this time last year). It's funny how you change, but then again, how you don't at all.
I realize I maybe should have done this two weeks ago. I mentioned that I put up an exhibit a few posts back and figured that should have done the trick, but I have been told that it wasn't good enough. So, here is my plug to go to Salt Lake and see my exhibit at Cafe on 1st. It is just a collection of images, many new ones that I have taken in the last 6 months, and then some old that I have shown in other places. It's also a new cafe that has opened up, so while there, get a sandwich or drink. They are tasty and the space is really nice, too.
I feel like I have been extremely busy with my photography lately. I don't know how much of that is truth and how much of that is me being busy thinking about it. I have nearly completed my darkroom, finishing up all the construction just this morning of sealing off cracks, cement, and building a ventilation system as well as a water system. Now, I just have to mix chemicals, organize my working space, and I am set. My Bosnia project is also still quite in the works, but it is consuming nonetheless as well as a new website. I have been doing a lot of projects, but not a lot of shooting. However, I was able to shoot Sam just a little while back. He is a business man out of Orem, working for New Hype and is getting an article published in a Russian business magazine coming up. He came to me to get some headshots done to accompany the article. So, if anyone happens to be reading up on business in Russia sometime soon, perhaps you will see a portrait of this man.
The first is from a car dealership while the second is from a random office both in Sarajevo. The first struck me because it was just a desk, chair, and a piece of paper on the wall next to the window looking out over a building bombed during their recent civil war. This is the first building that I really saw that was destroyed by the war, on my first full day in the city. I had driven into town and went on a small tour with Linda, the woman whose family I lived with. On this tour we went around and she shower me Center, while running a few errands. One of which was to get her car fixed. As we sat in the office, I noticed the next office over and the building that once was there, now as a view for the customer.
The second is just an office, the only thing in it, a phone. Not even a table for it to sit on. This is in probably one of my favorite buildings in Sarajevo, green and yellow. More pictures of that to come, potentially even its own blog post.
I think all trains in the world look like this, some a little more advanced than others, but yet they all wear the same decoration.
I'm hanging a show today in Cafe on 1st in Salt Lake City (1st Ave and I-Street). It'll have some newer pieces that I haven't put old for sale yet, but also the cafe is just really great. Then, I am off to Zion's National Park for a few days, so if you need me, you'll just have to wait until Wednesday.
I know that gypsies are not exactly the most trustworthy people, crying over "dead" children, holding fake babies, or laughing and then the moment they see you start sobbing and asking for money. But, I still love them. Maybe because I am jealous at how free they are to just do whatever, granted, their lives are hard because they have to beg and steal for everything they want and need, but yet, they are free. You can especially tell this with the children. Perhaps it is because they don't understand yet, or because they are kids just like every other kid, except they are not told to stay out of the dirt and can just play in the park all day and not go to school and not have to put on shoes. For a kid, sounds like quite the life. For me, that sounds ideal. They love being photographed though, which I should have taken more advantage of. However, they do demand money for it, or cherries, or sometimes both then they jump on you to try to take whatever they can out of your bag or pockets. Nonetheless, I still love them and slightly envy them.