My Photo/Media class and I were "on location" in what some of us call the "Old Post Office." Our mission was "looking for light." I had said that the best light for portraiture is the soft light that spills through windows that aren't facing direct sun light.I told one of my students to step next to the edge of the window and I pointed out that if you arrange the subject just right, you can easily get Rembrandt lighting. Sara is a great subject so it's not too hard to get a decent portrait.
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Watching the World Go By
I was looking for a unique way to get a group shot of my Photo/Media students in the Minneapolis Intitute of Art. As I was waiting for an idea, I saw of few of my students silhouetted in the windows which look out over a park and the city of Minneapolis beyond. With a few instructions to my subjects, I got my unique group shot.
Jake
Jake came to the studio the day I took Reagan's photos (see yesterday). He wasn't intending to have his portrait taken but Jill (see two days ago) was there to help Reagan get the right photos. And it was Jill who told me to take a few photos of Jake since he seemed to be photogenic. So I took a few photos.
Reagan
Jill
More of My Favorite People
Four Amigos
Here's my stream of consciousness: foot prints in frost (yesterday's post) makes me think of foot prints in the sand. Foot prints in the sand make me think of Mexico. Mexico makes me think of family trips. Family trips reminds me of photo I took of the Four Cousins in Mexico a few years ago: Matt, Brian, Jon and Derek. So where do I go from here in the stream? Check back tomorrow.
Brian & Katie In Mexico
Deux Amis
We were free men in Paris, unfettered and alive, posing somewhat awkwardly in front of a structure that is anything but awkward - the Nortre Dame de Paris. I handed my camera to a passing tourist. So I guess that this isn't really my photo is it?When I give my camera to a stranger so I can pose, I try to pick someone who appears to be slower than I am so that if they decide to run with my valuable equipment, I can catch them. I wouldn't tackle them, though, since that might harm my camera. . . .
Flesh and Blood
My oldest son, Brian, is pictured in this blog more often than Jon is. And, because Jon sent me a flattering email about my blog photos earlier today, I thought I would reward him by posting a photo I took of him 10 years ago somewhere in Italy. He has a better sense of style than I do and he gets his looks from his mother, fortunately. He's a pretty good photographer, though. Maybe he got that from me?
The Bird Man And the Child
I was with a group of students in the Montmartre district in Paris and as we were walking down the steps of the Sacre Couer Basilica, I looked down and saw this man and this apparently mesmerized child. This isn't the only photo of a child marveling over birds. What is it about birds that is so fascinating to children?





