Here are forty-four self portraits, all taken January 9, 2012, on the occasion of my 44th birthday.
Hash browns
Days Market
At Five Guys Burgers
We went to the movie
In front of my office building
My studio
My office
Family dinner
Timpview drive
Writing this blog post
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All his eggs in one basket
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Burgers on the grill, sun, sunsets, sons, fireworks, an award winning nap, baked beans, games, 4-wheelers, baby bunnies, and a purple bicycle. It was a short trip to Idaho for the 4th of July family party (Amy’s side), but well worth it.
Happy (late) 4th of July!
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In other news, the 30 Strangers exhibit is now up. There was an article in the BYU Daily Universe today about it. Don’t forget, our reception is on July 15th from 6-9pm and we’d love to see you there. Also, this week I’ll be in Park City for the Evo Convention. I’m giving a workshop on Thursday and I’m also photographing the whole convention with Trevor.
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Sometimes, that second set of footprints in the sand isn’t Jesus’s. They are your brothers. And he isn’t wearing any pants.
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We just spent the week in Idaho. In Rexburg. Oh, sure the weather was a bit chilly and the wind blew some times, but that didn’t stop us from having a grand time.
Rexburg, that place is a change’n. It’s not the same as when I grew up there. But there are a few things that are still the same. It still only takes twelve minutes to get to the sand dunes. Once there, you might be the only one around for miles. Standing on the big ole dunes, you can watch a sunset on one horizon and see the mighty Grand Tetons on the opposite horizon. You can still see the hand of God in such a beautiful place. Those things haven’t changed one bit.
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Family portrait, Rexburg
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City of Rocks, Idaho
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On Friday, May 6, we kicked off the first Rooftop Concert of the summer. One down, five more to go. (Check out the line-up on the website: www.rooftopconcertseries.com)
April’s been a pretty chilly month around these parts but on Friday, nothing but sunshine and warm weather. Honestly, this concert couldn’t have come on a better day. And for me, things lined up even more perfectly because my whole family was in town. That never happens. I’ve got two brothers and two sisters. Jordan and Kristi live in Virginia (they work in the same hospital!) Jeremy lives in San Diego, Jenni lives in St. George and my parents have been in China for the last year. And everyone’s busy and it’s hard to get together. I just don’t even know the last time it happened. I probably had hair, last time it happened. But it happened this week. Jenni got her Ph.D. in nursing so everyone was in Salt Lake on Thursday to celebrate the happy and significant occasion.
Now, at this point, you might be wondering, now what does this have to do with the Rooftop Concert Series and Fictionist? Well, since the whole family was in town, we all got to go to the rooftop concert together. You know what they say–the family that rocks together….I don’t know how to finish that.
Photo by Trevor Christensen
The Rooftop Concert: Emily Brown warmed things up and she’s a girl you ought to know. Check out her website and buy her CD.
Then Paul Jacobsen and the Madison Arm (Pat Campbell, Ryan Tanner, Scott Wiley, Paul Jacobsen) wowed everyone. At our house, we’ve been listening to Paul’s CD for the past couple of weeks non-stop so we could sing along. So that’s what we did.
Then Fictionist. And if you haven’t already heard (because you’ve been in a cryogenic freeze or some such thing) Fictionist are in a contest to be on the cover of Rolling Stone and you could help put them there. Just go here and rate them five stars. We’re lucky to have them at the Rooftop Concert before things really start to heat up for them.
Paul Jacobsen and the Madison Arm
Mayor John Curtis gives away a Fictionist CD, CJane charms the crowd.
The young kids love the rock and roll
1,500 people came to see Fictionist and Paul Jacobsen
Additional Fictionist pictures from Friday night in a two minute slideshow can be seen here.
Friday night really was magic. I loved the concert and I loved hanging out with the family. Oh, sure it was late after the concert, but that didn’t stop us from going back to my house, busting out the guitars, and having a concert of our own until 2 am. Even my mom stayed up for that.
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Happy Anniversary, Amy. I love you.
Justin + Amy
On March 18, 2000, Amy and I were married. I took this picture in McCall, Idaho, two days after our wedding.
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Here’s my Grandfather, Hubert Hackworth, photographed at his house in St. Anthony, Idaho, in June 2010, shortly after his 95th birthday.
Grandpa used to have a grocery store just a couple blocks from his house. There was a wood floor that creaked and a little bell whenever anyone opened the front door. The place smelled like pop tarts and had more penny candy than any place in town. Kids in St. Anthony gave grandpa their school pictures and he’d hang them in the store above the cash register.
I miss Hack’s Grocery, but I will miss you even more, Grandpa.
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Happy Thanksgiving
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I love how close I live to this place. On Sunday, the temperature at my house was 4,000 degrees. We drove 15 minutes up the road, just above Sundance in Provo Canyon, and it was 20 degrees cooler that it was in Provo. Not that it mattered to my son. He has little use for shirts in nearly any kind of weather.
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Amy at Gator Beach, San Diego
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La Jolla, California
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The first sport I ever tried was wrestling. Someone came to the first grade and handed out flyers. What did I know about wrestling, but someone handed out a flyer at school so I thought I should learn to wrestle. Flyers can be very persuasive to a first-grader. After all, it may have been the first flyer I’d ever seen.
We’d practice after school. The “coach” would move the desks out of the way, lay down some mats, and teach us all the proper wrestling holds and quickest ways to get out of a bind.
In first grade I was about the size of a chick-pea and so on the night of the tournament I was matched up with a fellow about twice my size who was the next smallest wrestler. He pinned me in under a minute. I can’t remember his name right now, but it seems like it was Gary. Luckily the tournament was double elimination so I had one more chance to embarrass myself.
My mom said she’d come to my wrestling match but I couldn’t see her in the stands, so I went to the foyer and watched for her. She finally came and we waited in the stands for my named to be called again. Turns out, it had been called on several occasions but I was in the foyer and never heard it. A forfeit. My wrestling career ended in less than a minute.
My school never offered soccer, but that’s what my kids will play. In fact, one of my sons started this year. The field is teeny and the game doesn’t last too long, but I wish it would last for two hours. It’s down-right hilarious to watch this jubilant glob of kids as they move about the field. Sometimes, the ball happens to roll into the goal and everyone is happy. For my son, and it seems the other kids, too, the best part of the game is after it is over and they get to high-five the other team. That, and the fruit snacks. I didn’t get either of those things when I wrestled.
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Last night, Christmas Eve, a couple hours before everyone showed up for dinner (Taco Soup) I took the Gator down by the river. It was cold. 11 degrees. I was wearing gloves and a hat but still, by the time I got inside some time later I could barely move my fingers. Away from the house a little bit, down in the cottonwood trees with a couple Sandhill cranes and a handful of magpies, it was still. The river isn’t frozen over and that water, moving slow, was about the only sound. A near silent night.
Kids are involved, so it doesn’t stay silent forever. And later, back in the house, after dinner and chocolate cake, with the kids dressed up like wise-men and shepherds, we sang some holiday favorites. At one point during the second song, we sang on key.
This is Rexburg. This is the town where I grew up. It’s good to be home.
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Six years ago today my wife and I had our first child. December 18 is a happy day indeed. Here are pictures of him when he was 4 years old.
Here is a conversation with this little man that took place last week–
Him: What are you doing?
Me: Watching a video with photographers talking about how they do things. It’s helpful for me to see what others do so I can see if there are things I can do to improve. Because I want to be a great photographer.
Him: Do you want to be famous?
Me: Well, that wouldn’t be too bad, but that’s not why I do it and I can be a great photographer without being famous. Do you want me to be famous?
Him: Yeah.
Me: What does being famous mean?
Him: I don’t know.
Me: Do you know anyone that’s famous?
Him: Uh….Big Bird.
Happy Birthday, beautiful son.
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Cousins, photographed in St. George, Utah.
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My boys.
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We don’t have any family pictures. I’m ashamed to admit it, yet it’s true. But here’s a recent picture of the whole family, taken by me. And I like it because see how thin I look!
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She gets more beautiful every day.
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I enjoy my job. And one thing that makes it even easier is that I’m married to someone that’s so supportive about what I do. That’s helpful. But here’s the thing I really wanted to mention. On days when I have a shoot, just before I leave the house, she calls out, “Take great pictures.” Not just some times. She says that every time. So if I’ve ever done some work for you and you’ve been happy with the results, you can thank my wife.
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In May, all five of these ladies will graduate from the University of Utah and become nurse practitioners. Can you guess which one is my sister? And here’s a one-minute slideshow if you care to see more pictures.
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Today we raked leaves.
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We rode the train to Long Island. Had dinner with Kristi and her neighbor Lou. Jordan and Janna were there too.
I don’t know how this happened but we slept until 11am so by the time we got up, Jordan and Janna had to head back to Virginia. See you brother. We’re going to the beach.
We took some pictures as the sun went down. It was chilly, but mostly you didn’t notice because it felt like paradise being with family and friends.
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I’ve been out of the office for a few days.
I swam in the Teton River and rode a jet ski on Island Park Reservoir. Kissed my wife. Visited my grandfather and gave my two boys a ride on a four-wheeler. I ate fresh trout. Got some mosquito bites. Layed in a hammock. Had pleasant dreams. I didn’t see a moose, but I did see a couple sandhill cranes and a muskrat.
Now I’m home, so I’m going to email and call you back.
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Kristi graduated from the University of Utah medical school a couple weeks ago. We are all so proud. She’s the third M.D. in our family now.
Hey, who’s the hot chick?
And then a party at Sarah’s house for delicious Tacos, served by Carmen, pictured here. Sarah was also awarded her M.D. degree as well.
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I think he looks older than four, here.
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