In the meantime, here’s some shots of my boys at the local swimming pool, and a rare couple of pictures of me too.

And now a bunch of shots I took with my good friend Brittany. Wandering around in her neighborhood with a Holga:

Once you find the (hopefully) well-hidden container, you open it up, fill out the log with the date and location, place another item inside and put it back in its hiding place. Some of the trinkets have little tags on them so you can see where they’ve traveled and how long they’ve been traveling.

Intrigued, I said yes. The following images (aside from that first one) is what resulted. All the shots were taken on my Elan 7E.

My little boy still carries around the golf ball like it’s the most valuable thing he’s ever found.

I have a sort of collage wall next to my computer, filled with pictures of models I’ve shot. Check it out:

I love to let my eyes wander on that wall. I used to update it regularly, back when I had time on my hands. I might update it sometime in the winter when things slow down a little.

Anyway, so the Holga is gonna have a wall of its own

Finally, can someone help me with this? I took a walk a few days ago, right around sunset, and saw this…

That’s not the sun behind the mountains because I’m facing east on that one. The sun sets in the west… I had to turn around and find the sun to make sure I hadn’t lost my mind. And the sun was too low on the horizon in the west to cast rays DOWN towards the horizon. If anything, it would have cast rays UP. Not to mention, the rays clearly dissipate as the move away from their source (behind the mountains), just like any source of light would…

So… What was going on behind these mountains?!…

Here’s Mason:

And here’s Gabe:

First, the really touching picture of Wil & Ashley:

The gorgeously simple Guggenheim museum:

A bridge in Central Park:

Back home, my oldest, Gabe:

And a little something different to finish off.

I hardly have any pictures of myself. I think that’s true of most photographers actually, and although I can’t speak for all of them, I know my share, myself included, who don’t like their appearance. Maybe that’s why we prefer to stay behind the camera. I know it’s the main reason for me.

Anyway… Enjoy a rare little glimpse of myself in pictures.

Mason took a shot of me with my Holga:

And yesterday evening at a wedding, a guest took my camera and decided I should be in this group picture. I wasn’t about to object to being surrounded by six beautiful women! What I wasn’t expecting however, was the girls deciding they’d pick me up!! Why OH WHY didn’t I just smile?!?!?!

This wedding was such a blast! I’ll be posting more of it soon (I still need to post the pictures from the Vegas wedding). At the end of the evening when the party stopped, the bride just said “You’re off the clock! You can go home if you want, but we’d love to have you stay and hang out with everyone.”

So I did

I ended up mingling with a whole bunch of cool people, playing a few exciting games of foosball and then finally calling it a night after being invited to take one of these beautiful stones home with me:

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.

I LOVE my job.

I was standing steady in the corner of my son’s bedroom, NERF gun in hand, cocked and ready to fire, silently waiting for my two boys to fall into my trap and come to me. My oldest, Gabe, took the lead. “Ok Mason, you take this room, I’ll take that one.” I didn’t know which of the rooms he meant.

I press my finger on the trigger more tightly. Gabe walks in.

I fire. Direct hit!

He screams, laughs and runs back out. Mason in the other bedroom is screaming and running to his brother’s aid. All out war! I reload, fire again, chasing them now.

Oh man that was a fun afternoon. Thought it might be worth sharing

Back to my work, here’s a headshot I did recently for a terrific actor and all-around great guy called Matt Mascaro. He was in NURF Wars, which I’m afraid is still in the works. Anyway, here you go.

Wedding, engagement session and model shoots coming up next, either today or tomorrow.

Oh I’m sorry… Did I hint towards a trip to New York City a couple of posts down? Woopsie! I meant to say EUROPE BABY!!!!!!!!!!!

A few days in Paris, a few days in London, a few days in Belgium, a few days with my brother in Cardiff and a few days in Rome.

I should mention however, that I went with my little Mason, who is just under four years old right now, so although I really wanted to pull out my camera more often, go in more places and get a lot more artsy-fartsy… Well I just couldn’t. He wanted to be everywhere I was, all the time, doing everything I was doing, including taking pictures when I did.

And I’m going to begin with that.

I know that as a father, I’m biased in saying this, but my son is a photographer. And a spectacular one at that.

Aside from a few not-so-good ones, and hey, he’s friggin’ FOUR, he captured three shots that I wouldn’t hesitate to put in my portfolio, HAD THEY BEEN MINE!!

What REALLY blows my mind though, is that whenever he would take pictures, I could see him searching for an image. He wouldn’t be content with snapping a picture of whatever, I could see him aiming the camera at his surroundings, actually searching for what he considered a good image, never taking a shot until he’d found it, then he would really pause and take the care to not shake while hitting the shutter button.

Dude…

And then the results speak for themselves. Just LOOK at the composition on those!! Are you friggin’ kidding me?!?!?!?!

These were shot with my iPhone, and I think that had something to do with him finding an image because he could really see what he was doing as he was doing it.

Here’s the last one he took that I really love, although I think it was more of an accident. It was unbelievably cold in Paris, and that night was colder than that. This was an attempted shot at the Eiffel Tower. I didn’t have a tripod and in my shots remained as still as I possibly could and set the camera on as stable an object as I could, but I don’t think Mason realized the camera had been set to such a slow shutter speed, so after he felt the camera shutter open, he figured he’d taken the picture, and started bringing the camera down.

Accident or not, that’s cool:

Ok, onto the rest. I’m not going to differentiate between my Canon shots and my iPhone shots and I’m going to split the trip in at least two parts.

Day 334/365

My trip to Belgium was long and turned bad by the end for me. By the time I landed, I wasn’t feeling well at all. By the time I got to my mom’s, roughly two hours later, I was about to throw up and in a cold sweat. Oh and United Airlines was kind enough to lose my luggage. Thanks.

A glass of water I sipped on and a slice of fresh bread was what helped me get through

Oh and with time “moving faster” going so far east, I technically missed a day for pictures. I headed out on the 14th of December and got there on December 15th even though the trip was about 15 hours altogether… So I don’t know. I’m just gonna add another day to my 365 days.

Day 335/365

The next day, it was off to Paris! I know it’s winter, but I was surprised at how unbelievably cold it was out there…

Oh how I loved the quaint little streets of Paris…

Day 336/365

To my Utah readers, snow isn’t a big deal. In fact, to many here in the States, snow is normal.

In Paris though, and in Europe in general, snow was complete and utter chaos. This is primarily because most of the European countries that had been hit with snow, hadn’t had THAT kind of snow in about 20 years. So I was told at least.

That day, we couldn’t go up on the Eiffel Tower at all, so we went to the Louvres.

Day 337/365

The Passages Couverts (Covered Hallways), the Centre George Pompidou, the Arc De Triomphe and finally, the Eiffel Tower again, illuminated.

Day 338/365

The Eiffel Tower again. This time we were able to go up, but only to the first floor. The second and third floors were still completely frozen… Bummer.

Notre Dame de Paris

On the train back to Belgium for a couple of days.

Upon our arrival back to Belgium, we went to see some friends for dinner. Mason got to play with their parrot, who apparently doesn’t take kindly to strangers. Not with Mason! Our friends were very surprised and Mason had a blast.

Day 339/365

Mason watching the giant snowflakes coming down in my old home.

Day 340/365

I missed the second day of being in Belgium. This was the last time I forgot to shoot for the 365 project. So I think the total ended up being four missed? Make it five just to be safe, so I’ll shoot every day until the 15th of this month, how’s that?

This was when we got to London

Day 341/365

The London Eye.

It takes 30 minutes to complete a full revolution on it and get this, you can get married on it! They said that it costs £2,000 which is just over $3200. I’m not sure exactly what they provide, if anything, besides the 15-minute ceremony which starts at the bottom when you get on, and ends when you seal your union with a kiss at the top! How cool is that?!

Any future brides on here wanna book me for that?

Day 342/365

Pigeons are tons of fun, especially when you can lure a ton of them to you. It’s not hard, just throw some crumbles of rotten food on the ground and you’re set.

Throw a four-year-old in the mix, and you have yourself a par-tay!!

Day 343/365

We got to my brother Ramzi’s house the evening before and had dinner with his fiancée and her father. It was great.

And then we went to their impeccably kept house. Here’s their Christmas Tr –… Sorry… Holiday Tree. Commemorating… stars… and lights… and glass balls…

Oh I don’t know what to call it anymore…

Day 344/365

The next day, we went shopping. Everything was half-off and this one looked like it was in good shape, so I thought what the hell, let’s get one of them!

Day 345/365

I haven’t been in every part of the world, so I can’t be sure these really were the best fish and chips in the world, but they tasted good to me.

By the way, fish is pretty self-explanatory, but chips are fries. What do they call chips? Crisps… So to recap, fries are chips and chips are crisps. Cool? Cool. Try saying that fast by the way. Not possible.

The UK is known for its drizzly, grey, depressing weather. So is much of northern Europe actually. But what I’d forgotten is how cool their clouds are when the sun does break through a bit. Clear skies forever here in Utah does get boring after a while.

I love the architecture there.

Day 346/365

Another day of shopping. This time, outdoors. There was a Merry-Go-Round. And I had a four-year-old. What did you think was gonna happen?

Day 347/365

Shopping for food. Well, us adults were. Mason was busy.

Day 348/365

I bought a pair of Reeboks on that outing…

Made in Vietnam… Yes. As evidenced by the BRITISH FLAG SHOWN BEHIND IT!!!!!!!

And that gets me wondering, did anyone at Reebok get fired?

A rainy country means lots of fun in puddles.

Day 349/365

Running through the backyard.

Taking a walk through the neighborhood.

Happy New Year!!!

Day 350/365

And the next day, it was off to Rome!

No joke, this was the entrance to the building of our hotel.

Best pizza I’ve ever had and one of the best I had in Rome.

Day 351/365

Rome has some cool, colorful architecture and lots of churches.

Ok, see these stairs? I went down every single one of those while pushing a stroller that Mason didn’t want to get off of. Oh yeah. Highlight of my vacation!

Mason and I took a break, then a walk along a river where the water had receded enough that we could. My brother, his fiancée and my mom chose the road above us. Psh.

Day 352/365

The road leading up to the Vatican was PACKED with people who were going to see the Pope.

Find the Pope.

Give up? There he is! In the window!

The ledge to the river and Mason sitting on it.

Day 353/365

The Colosseum is the epitome of Italy’s past architectural grandeur. You get there and like many other places, you can’t believe how grand everything feels. Everything feels like it was built with excess and more importantly, luxury in mind.

But if there’s one image that I shot in Rome that I would use to represent it, it would have to be this one:

Chaos. Total chaos. I didn’t get that feeling from Paris or London. Only from Italy. Can anyone back me up on this?

Day 354/365

At the airport on the way home to Belgium. Yes, wood flooring in an airport. The Italian police also manage to justify Lamborghinis for some of its officers. Not making this up.

Part 2 along with the last images of the 365 project coming up soon!

Day 333/365

Snowman! That’s my little Mason, grinning next to our accomplishment! (iPhone photo)

I said sure.

Early the next morning, I had a bridal shoot. That same afternoon, I had a wedding. The day after that, I had another wedding. And then on Sunday, I had a model shoot. Yesterday, a bridal shoot. Tomorrow, another one.

It’s been kind of busy. My mom even started worrying when she couldn’t reach me anywhere.

All this to say that I know I’ve been slow at getting back on here and posting something new, but I’m still alive, and here’s a recap of my daily shoots:

Day 100/365

It’s getting warmer. Mason and I went outside to play some soccer. I think he really just wanted to play with the neighbor girl.

Psh! Ditching his dad for a girl…

Day 101/365

I needed an excuse to shoot some pictures and going outside sounded good, so Mason and I went across the street to the school’s playground.

The reason I needed an excuse to shoot pictures was because I was worried – no, terrified – that my camera wasn’t focusing properly anymore… Two days before back to back weddings…

This test didn’t reassure me at all…

Day 102/365

But then on the paparazzi shoot Dani asked me to come to, it was fine. Razor sharp. In really terrible low-light conditions no less. Whew!

The paparazzi thing was an event where Dani and other local models were supposed to pretend being big Hollywood stars and I along with a bunch of other local photographers were supposed to act as the scum of the earth; the paparazzi.

Thanks, Dani. Great friend you are.

What I discovered was that I’m a terrible paparazzi on a number of levels.

First, I couldn’t get myself to yell out random questions. Not because I was too shy, but because I simply couldn’t think of a single thing to ask.

Second, I couldn’t bring myself to use any of the really, truly, colossaly ugly shots that the real paparazzi regularly throw into magazines. You know the shots. Ugly flash, shiny skin, shadows behind the celebrities. Yeah. Ugly. Spectacularly ugly.

Finally, I really sucked as a paparazzi because I found it more interesting to shoot pictures of the mass of photographers falling over themselves trying to get the best shot than taking pictures of the celebrities themselves. My camera was pointed in the wrong direction. I didn’t do that more than a couple of times, but I noticed some stares when I did do it.

I’d post the pictures of that mass of photographers, but those shots sucked too.

If I were just looking for that one perfect shot, like a model shoot, it wouldn’t be so hard. But weddings don’t have the same dynamic as model shoots. Not for me anyway.

Day 69/365

Here are the best 17 shots of the wedding. I picked 51 shots to build a new sample album (12×12), but these are the 17 I felt were the strongest while still telling the story of the wedding day.

Day 70/365

My son’s 3rd birthday was the day I shot the wedding, so we celebrated with cake and ice-cream the day after.

I’m posting an awesome female model shoot tomorrow along with a few more of my daily shots, so stay tuned for that!