Christmas Sunset in Truro

Christmas out in Truro on Cape Cod is always unpredictable when it comes to weather. We’ve seen flurries, blizzards, squalls, drizzles and this year summer. Temperatures peaked close to 70 and by 4pm I was able to lure everyone down to Corn Hill Beach to witness this extraordinary sunset.

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Reflections on the Dead Milkmen

A couple months back, the photo editor of JUMP asked if I was available to gets some shots of The Dead Milkmen for the summer 2015 issue. I can’t remember what my answer was specifically but even If I was busy I would have cancelled whatever else I doing to make this happen. I was told that I’d be meeting with the band on a Tuesday afternoon after they performed an acoustic set at main branch of the Philadelphia Free Library. I put it on my calendar and set about my day. Fast forward to the Sunday before the shoot. It’s mid to late spring and I’m prowling around on my bike running random errands and wasting time. At around about 4pm while standing five deep in line at the Family Dollar I get a call from that very same photo editor. He frantically explains that when he told me Tuesday he actually meant Sunday. He begged my forgiveness and asked there was any chance I could get over to the library as quickly as possible. I really needed the crappy cleaner I was holding but dropped it where I stood and ran home. I originally had some big ideas for this shoot but there was zero chance of making any of that happen now as I was told they could only hang around for a few minutes after the show.  When I got home I quickly grabbed my camera bag and a reflector and rode out to the library in about three minutes. Normally impossible but not on that day. With no plan I was ready to wing it and just cared about getting a decent shot and saying what’s up to Rodney and the boys. We met up in the alley behind the library and I did my best not to gush. They were gracious but indicated that they wanted to make this happen quickly. I scanned the area and caught sight of the Swann Memorial Fountain. It was pretty still warm out and there were kids swimming in it. I thought it would be amazing to get the band to hop on it but that idea was shot down immediately. With patience waring thin I suggested the courtyard of The Rodin Museum. It’s pretty and looks like Paris so why not. We hobbled on over only to discover that they like to close early on a Sunday afternoon. A common thought of ‘shit’ resounded. Since we had just walked all the way over here I decided to attempt some shots with them gathered on the steps in front of the gate. The light was garbage but the mood was jolly so we gave it a go. After a few funny faces and some killer jokes the foursome started wavering and wandered off the steps. I wasn’t going to bug them too much more but asked for one more shot on the way back to the library. As we passed by the Barnes Museum I asked if they could line up behind the long rectangular fountain. While setting up to take the shot they started playing in the water and were picking up the little rocks. In no time a security guard materialized and reprimanded all of us and threatened to kick us out. This put everyone in the perfect mood and we finished up the shoot feeling a bit more punk rock that when we’d started.  Two minutes later and a whopping 15 minutes after we started everyone ran off in different directions and my shoot with The Dead Milkmen although rushed and rough around the edges was a success.  The only thing left to do at this point was to head back to family dollar for that cleaner.

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Forbidden Trail/ Devil’s Pool/ Wissahickon Creek

Natasha and I went wandering through the Forbidden Trail along the Wissahickon Creek the other day. We climbed steep slippery slopes (stairs provided to aid hikers), encountered threatening wildlife (some dog playing in the water) and forded the deep rushing whitewater river (wading up to our ankles to cross back to the side of the creek our car was on) All in all a lovely wander.

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Bad day to live in a van down by the river

After days of heavy rain the Schuylkill River breached its banks along Kelly Drive in Philadelphia stranding motorists and opening up the road to more worthy sea faring creatures. After days of heavy rain the Schuylkill River breached its banks along Kelly Drive in Philadelphia stranding motorists and opening up the road to more worthy sea faring creatures. After days of heavy rain the Schuylkill River breached its banks along Kelly Drive in Philadelphia stranding motorists and opening up the road to more worthy sea faring creatures. After days of heavy rain the Schuylkill River breached its banks along Kelly Drive in Philadelphia stranding motorists and opening up the road to more worthy sea faring creatures. After days of heavy rain the Schuylkill River breached its banks along Kelly Drive in Philadelphia stranding motorists and opening up the road to more worthy sea faring creatures. After days of heavy rain the Schuylkill River breached its banks along Kelly Drive in Philadelphia stranding motorists and opening up the road to more worthy sea faring creatures. After days of heavy rain the Schuylkill River breached its banks along Kelly Drive in Philadelphia stranding motorists and opening up the road to more worthy sea faring creatures. After days of heavy rain the Schuylkill River breached its banks along Kelly Drive in Philadelphia stranding motorists and opening up the road to more worthy sea faring creatures. After days of heavy rain the Schuylkill River breached its banks along Kelly Drive in Philadelphia stranding motorists and opening up the road to more worthy sea faring creatures. After days of heavy rain the Schuylkill River breached its banks along Kelly Drive in Philadelphia stranding motorists and opening up the road to more worthy sea faring creatures. After days of heavy rain the Schuylkill River breached its banks along Kelly Drive in Philadelphia stranding motorists and opening up the road to more worthy sea faring creatures. After days of heavy rain the Schuylkill River breached its banks along Kelly Drive in Philadelphia stranding motorists and opening up the road to more worthy sea faring creatures.

Reflecting Pool

girl staring into puddle.

The Tri Jeff

this is my dad times three.

Eureka!

quiet reflection from eurkea tower’s sky deck, 88-stories above melbourne, australia.