Idaho portrait photography

How to photograph a photographer

by justin on January 11, 2011

Stephanie and John live in Maine. But they haven’t always lived there. They both grew up in Pocatello, Idaho (that’s where I was born!). And even though they’ve been married 10 years, they’ve known each other for quite a while. Get this. I didn’t know it at the time I was taking these pictures, but later in an email, Stephanie told me that she met John 30 years ago on that very street where I photographed them.

So now they live in Maine. I already mentioned that. John’s a doctor and Stephanie’s a photographer. Over Christmas they were back home in Idaho. So was I, and so I got to meet and photograph Stephanie and John, and John’s family. Stephanie was so fun and pleasant to be around. Since she’s a photographer, too, (plus a great conversationalist) I think I might have worn out my welcome.

Thanks, Hatzenbuehlers, for letting me join you for an hour or two during the holidays.

The street where they met 30 years ago

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That’s what makes me dangerous

by justin on July 26, 2010

in Idaho

“I ain’t afraid of prison. That’s what makes me dangerous.” First thing he said to me after I asked him if I could take his picture.

After I went to see my grandpa in St. Anthony, Idaho, I took a walk down that little hump of town where all the businesses are clustered together. At 2:20 in the afternoon, a couple fellows made their way out of the Spur and Sports Saloon, and into broad daylight.

“What are you going to do, put those in a book somewhere in California?” I said, no way. I’m not from California. I’m from Rexburg. He said, well you grew up in California. I said, no, I grew up in Rexburg. My grandpa just lives down the street, right here in St. Anthony. I just went to visit him.

“Really? Your grandpa lives in St. Anthony? My grandpa lives in St. Anthony, too. Do you know, one time I said to my grandpa, do you know that you were 12 years old when Wyatt Earp died? He said, who the hell is Wyatt Earp. Now that’s cool.”