Fruita, Colorado
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Rancho del Diablo Dormido
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Ogden, Utah. Just kidding. Yellowstone.
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Island Park, Idaho
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Island Park, Idaho
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Guatemala
This was taken on one of two trips that I’ve made to Guatemala for Partners of the Americas. This picture was taken in 2004. I just scanned this negative for a friend that is interested in purchasing a print, and thought I’d post it, too. I didn’t have a blog back in 2004, so this picture hasn’t been seen, much. Enjoy!
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Yesterday I was hauling frames up to my office. 30 of them, to be exact. I’m getting reading for the 30 Strangers exhibit so that has meant making prints and getting everything framed. That’s all being done in-house. Which is to say, I’m doing it, which is really to say, our very capable employee Laura is doing it.
I was taking everything up the back stairs to the office and all the sudden I started thinking about our first 30 Strangers exhibit which took place in the studio adjacent to my office. We only kept it up for two days and on the night we took it down, Ashley and her then boyfriend, Alden came to the studio to help me take down the show. (They are married now, but this was back when things were just starting to heat up. I don’t even know if had the label “boyfriend” at this point). I’m sure there was a certain element where he wanted to impress her and show how helpful he was so he stuck around until the lights went out, but the truth is, the truth shined through because Alden is helpful whether he’s your boyfriend or your husband or a guy you just happen to know.
So there we were. 2009 in July, taking down the 30 Strangers exhibit, and the next day I left for Haiti. It was my second time being in Haiti. The first time I went there I ate goat for the first time, saw men betting on a cock fight, and I pulled a dead guy from the ocean. The first time I went to Haiti I saw a voodoo priest chant about this and that, and I drank milk straight from a coconut. The fist time I went to Haiti, I imagined it would be my last. I mean, who goes to Haiti?
And yesterday when I was taking frames up the stairs and remembering I left the night after Alden and Ashley helped me take everything down, I thought about Haiti again. I love that place and I would love to go back.
Haiti photographs taken on assignment for Partners of the Americas.
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I sure enjoyed having an afternoon last week to just sit on the beach and watch the world go by. I need more afternoons like that.
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This could be one of my favorite photographs I’ve ever taken. It was taken in 1999 (1998?) just outside New Orleans on a cross-country trip with my friend Brooke. There’s a long story about what we were doing there in the first place and Brooke and I both count our lucky stars that we are alive to tell about it, and that’s part of why I connect emotionally to the picture. But the reason it just be my favorite picture of all time is because there’s some mystery in this picture. What is he pointing at? What could her expression mean and why is she looking at him like that? What happened in the few seconds before this picture was taken and what is going to happen after the shutter has clicked? And why is he wearing baseball pants? Those are the kind of questions that may instinctively run through your head when you look at this picture.
When I talk to people about ways to improve their photography, I suggest adding an element of mystery as one way to do that. By purposely not answering all the questions within the image, you add visual interest which causes the viewer to spend more time looking at the picture. For me, that’s what makes this image successful.
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Interesting side-note from 12 years later. Last month, Brooke, who was with me in the boat, was watching a show on the History Chanel called Swamp People about swamps in Louisiana, and this fellow, this exact same guy, was profiled in their piece. How fun, that she happened to come across that.
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City of Rocks, Idaho
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I think we’ll take the long cut. We’ll get there eventually. – Uncle Tupelo
Yesterday I drove back from Pocatello to Rexburg and decided to take the back roads, just to see what I could see. What a great way to spend an afternoon. Here are pictures from Chubbuck, Blackfoot, Shelly and Rigby. Yep. There’s really a place called Chubbuck.
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Driving to Denver this morning, I passed through a handful of small towns on the Utah side, then I drove through the month of December on the Colorado side. That was one crazy snow storm up there at 10,000 feet.
I’ll be in Denver all week. I’m headed home on Saturday. When I get there, the first thing I’m going to do is to take some pictures at my friend Stephanie’s house, then on Sunday I’ll have my first day off since October 4th. I think it will be good to be home.
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Whidbey Island, Washington
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I’ve been spending the week in Seattle, photographing a handful of family portraits and then I’ll photograph a wedding on Saturday. (I’ll be spending all of next week in Denver, photographing more family portraits).
Downtown Seattle
The first time I came to Seattle I was 15. It was the only time I’d been to any big city, other than Salt Lake (not that big) and when I found a discarded matchbook on the sidewalk that had a picture of a naked woman on the back side, I thought, oh my, this is the big city. They don’t have matchbooks like this in Rexburg Idaho.
I was collecting matchbooks back then. They mostly came from my grandmother who did a lot of traveling and brought me back matchbooks any time she went on a trip. When I was 15, around the time I went to Seattle with my family, the entire bottom drawer of my dresser was filled with matchbooks from all over the world. My t-shirts had to share a drawer with my underwear because there was no longer room for them in the bottom drawer.
The second time I came to Seattle was in 1997. I came with my friend Doug Scofield. Our purpose: Bumbershoot. We stayed with his friend Tamara and we saw bands we loved (Wilco, Cake, David Byrne, Soul Coughing, Robyn Hitchcock) and listened to lots of bands that, at the time, I’d never heard of (Sleater-Kinney, Sky Cries Mary, Critters Buggin, Galactic).
I’ve been to Seattle a handful of times since then, including a couple more times to Bumbershoot and a trip to my brother’s graduation from medical school at the University of Washington.
There’s something about this town. I don’t know what it is, but I know there are very few places I like more than this. And I know that I’ve got to come here far more often.
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At the closing party for BlogHer Food, 2010
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I’m in San Francisco photographing the BlogHer food convention and it’s taking place at the Intercontinental Hotel. This place is fancy.
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I love New York City, and had such a great time walking around, soaking it all in. I love that first picture and I really like a lot of the pictures of people on the street. How about you? Any favorites?
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New York City, as photographed by a dude from Rexburg, Idaho. This is part one. Part two is the beautiful people of New York. That post comes tomorrow.
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While I was in New York, Ree Drummond, the Pioneer Woman, had a party along with Jaden from the Steamy Kitchen (I love that name) and Elise from Simply Recipies. It was an intimate affair. Fancy and fun and on the roof of a hotel. Food bloggers mostly. It went a little something like this.
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Justin Hackworth photographs happy people and beautiful events and he wants to photograph you.
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I wanted to get this couple’s email address and say, hey I just took a really great picture of you two, so let me get your email address and I’ll send it to you. But in my head I imagined they’d think I was a stalker or a weirdo of some sort, or someone trying to sell them pest control.
So I guess they’ll never see it. Too bad. What couple wouldn’t want a picture like that?
Photographed from the Top of the Rock, and overlooking the Empire State Building.
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Do You Remember Me?
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Amy at the Flea Market, NYC
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11pm from a rooftop of a hotel whose name I can’t recall.
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Shoe shine
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I’ve been in Idaho since Sunday. I’m photographing a wedding in Rexburg in a couple days, but in the mean time, we’ve been in Island Park and Yellowstone. They tell you to keep at least 100 yards away from a bear, but some of those photographers apparently know better than the silly rangers and got right up close. Look how cute that bear is. It’s not going to maul anyone.
And that’s how you shoot a bear.
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Amy at Gator Beach, San Diego
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La Jolla, California
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La Jolla, California
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