While spending some time at home in San Antonio, Texas, I got to venture up to Austin for an evening of Stubb's BBQ and watching bats fly out from underneath the Congress Bridge. While waiting for the nightly exodus, I went for a wander around the parks to look at all the people out of the Colorado River of Texas (did you know there was a second Colorado River? I sure didn't). I always thought I would get into kayaking or canoeing when I graduated college and live somewhere like Austin where I could casually play in the water al the time... and then I moved to Chicago and sold my car. Maybe next time. Or maybe I should buy that foldable kayak I found that transforms into a giant portfolio and strap that on my bike on my way to Lake Michigan..
I can't decide if it's spring or summer yet. It feels like if summer is about to happen, but it is too hot for spring. It is that awkward time where everybody pretends like it's summer. I leave my sweaters at home and brave the ride home on my bicycle at night because I don't want to have to wear the heavier clothes. I go swimming even if the water is cold. But I am not quite ready to commit to the intensity of summer, popsicles hurt my teeth and I don't really like the heat if it's above 85. I'm giving myself until the official day in June when summer hits and will live in limbo until then, continuing to claim it's spring. (Can we also discuss my friend's great view from her apartment's pool? Don't worry, I don't live there.. I just have great friends who are that cool.)
There is nothing like the Texas Hill Country. Full of Bluebonnets, Oak Trees and little ponds full of creatures.
A scene from the Oakland LDS Temple.
Over the last two months I have been doing some work with Bedouin Brothers, a travel organization in Jordan. They host eco tours throughout the country, from hiking to camels and rock climbing. They sleep in caves and Bedouin tents, speaking handfuls of languages and cooking delicious foods over fires. They currently have a website, but I am in the process of working on a new one for them full of pretty photographs of adventures and adventurous places to visit. In the meantime, check out some of the highlights from working with this company.
Ghassab, one of the two brothers
An Australian boy taking a hiking tour with Ghassab, hiking form Dana to Petra.
The mountains and dunes of Wadi Araba.
Travelers sliding down the dunes of Wadi Araba.
A traveler riding through the Jordanian deserts in the back of a pickup truck.
Mushroom rock of Wadi Rum.
A hot spring for bathing and healing, feeding into the Dead Sea.
A woman soaking in the salts of the Dead Sea.
A camel driver taking a break on the beaches of Aqaba.
There's a photograph by Diane Arbus that I just love. It's called ""Child with Toy Hand Grenade in Central Park". She circled around this kid with her camera until he got so upset that she wouldn't take the photograph. Then she did. And thus, the image and the expression. It's a beautiful image. She made a lot of beautiful images that I really enjoy. And when I made this image of a kid holding a wrist-rocket made of connected rubberbands, I though, "Diane Arbus would like this."
[Image taken in Um Sayhoun, Jordan]
I have been doing a handful of commercial photography work here in Jordan recently. Surrounded by tourism agencies in Petra and people who are guides, I have had my fair share of free trips in exchange for photographs. I have been able to go to places such as Wadi Rum, Aqaba, the Dead Sea, and Wadi Araba. This photograph was made for The Bedouin Brothers and the new blog/website I am helping them create. It's still a work in progress, still have a handful of pages to fix, images to take and upload. But, feel free to check it out in the meantime.
When I had first moved to Chicago, a good friend gave me the tip to go to DMK Burger Bar as much as possible. I went once, fell in love, then got distracted by the multitude of restaurants to choose from in the city. Next door is a place called Fish Bar. Same company, just with food from the sea. Delicious chowder, sandwiches, daily catches written on a chalkboard, and primarily bar seating. So much to love and so many tasty things to eat. Now every time I am in the neighborhood I will have the horrible dilemma between deciding between the two places, if I can ever find it in myself to go to the same place twice, that is.
2956 N Sheffield Ave
Instead of Flying, No. 3
I started two mini-series recently. Nothing big, nothing terribly serious. The first one I simply called "Instead of Flying", in which I made some images of the things I did instead of boarding my flight home to Chicago. There are three in the series. They don't really tie in visually, but thematically they do the job. There were more things I did, and some at different flights. But, nonetheless, they were all worth that red eye flight from Los Angeles to Philadelphia and my early morning flight back to Chicago just to get home. I think that's called Karma.
Instead of Flying, No. 1