Blood, Sweat and Sand...

When we started planning (or putting off planning) this road trip, we decided we needed a rough “destination” to keep us on track. That destination was Roswell, NM. About noon today, we rolled through the alien crazed city and realized that this was not the destination for us… A quick lunch/breakfast at Denny’s and tricking their “free” internet led us to discover a new leg of our journey. White Sands, NM beckoned us with pristine desert sand.

When we arrived at White Sands Missile Range and the national park there we were ecstatic. Getting sand in our shoes and climbing dunes much like school kids, we scoped out our place to watch the sun set.

When the sun set, we looked around for the moon and did not see it. As we were packing up to leave, a huge yellowish glowing full moon rose over the opposite mountain range. In haste, I tripped in the sand and as payback for all the abuse I put my camera through, it lashed out me and put a nice gash in my forehead. Chasing the sun/moon is great, but sometimes can be dangerous…

I tried to clean up the blood when I got back to the car and we headed to Holloman Airforce Base to spend the night. After checking in, I looked at myself in a mirror and realized that the hotel employee must have used considerable self-restraint not to say anything to me…

A fresh look...

Day 1: Westward roadtripping

It took driving all day to get to a “new” looking location to get the old creative juices flowing. From a hotel in San Angelo, TX, plans are being very loosely formed about where to go and what to do, but as always being led by cameras and lofty goals…

A Church?

Recently, I bummed a ride with two endeavoring journalists to New Orleans. They were covering a picket organized by the Westboro Baptist Church of Topeka, Kansas.

We pulled up at a quiet street corner about a block from Magazine St. The site of the picket was St. Stephen’s Catholic Church. The air was crisp on this particular Sunday morning, with sounds of children playing at a nearby playground and the faint occasional metal swoosh from the chain nets on a public basketball court.

The NOPD was out in force, strolling over from their conveniently located station, also about a block away and a “free speech” area had already been established.

A handful of unassuming people got out of a car and walked right up to the barricades with large art portfolio cases. A high school kid, a couple grandmothers, and a few other people was not what I was expecting.

Nevertheless, the WBC brought plenty of offensiveness to go around. 

*Still in progress of compiling a soundslide with interviews and more images.

the playground of life...

I have a list.

I have a shoebox full of mixtapes.

On that list are bands that I would listen to when I was in grade school and junior high. These bands fill the fore mentioned mix-tapes.

I remember summers, in between super-soaker wars, playing tennis and looking for trouble, my sister and I with our neighborhood friends would lay inside by the stereo, just listening to the radio. 

The mix-tapes are soundtracks of previous summers and inspired the love for music that I still have today. The list containing those bands, is kept to keep track of which bands I have been able to photograph live.

Last night in downtown Shreveport, LA, three Canadians played their hearts out. Underrated to the end, Marcy Playground played the notes that brought me back to my childhood.

Their mainstream hit that rolls off most people tongues, “Sex and Candy” was not the highlight of the night for me. I rather enjoyed their lesser known songs, “Sherry Fraser,” “Cloak” and “Opium.” 

Still, frontman John Wozniak, sent chills through me when he encored with a cover of Jeff Buckley’s “Hallelujah.” 

Another band crossed off my list, another musical memory and another great performance by Marcy Playground.