Trying out a new method of presenting an image. It was rather challenging to pull this off.
1998
11.25.1998
The big dipper hangs in the rural Nebraska sky.
11.16.1998
Remember this . . . the darkroom: where magic happened, creativity flowed, chemicals stewed and friendships grew. Here is a photo I made for the Daily Nebraskan. It was at the art department darkroom, where I was a stranger. Since I worked and ran the journalism darkroom, that was my preferred place to get dirty with chemicals.
How I wish the kids getting into photography today shared the same experience that only a darkroom could offer.
11.12.1998
Over the course of the past year, I’ve been making images of myself. For my black and white art photography class this semester I decided to do a series of self portraits trying to explain the way I currently feel about certain things in my life. Each image is titled.
My Family
The Universe
Me in Society
My Addictions
My Father
My Mind
My Sex
My Spirituality
10.31.1998
Joel hides from the camera during a Halloween party.
10.14.1998
What do photojournalists take photos of for fun?
Each other, of course!
10.13.1998
Brothers play a game of basketball at dusk at a Lincoln park.
08.11.1998
Having fun with long exposures and flash in the back yard with one of my roommates, Tylr.
06.25.1998
The thieves’ defense:
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
06.27.1998
An artsy photo for a story on the bike trails in Lincoln for the Daily Nebraskan.