And so it begins... For the past umpteen months, I have been working, ahem ... "working" on a project with a big, loud, weird friend of mine named Lance. He goes by Lando. He's a character to say the least. We decided to capture and present to the world many different looks of Lando and package them up, calendar style. With many, many nights and weekends spent shooting photos of things that make certain people cringe, kick ass help from our web developing friend and lots of eye rolling from others, we have officially launched, and have pulled the trigger on ordering the first run of Lando 2013 calendars. 12 months of half-baked photos of a big dude doing big things: mountain biking on an exercise bike, loving cats, and getting whooped at tennis.

If you are in or near Missoula on November 2, 2012 we will be having a First Friday-type opening and sales event of the calendar at Stockman's Bar on Front street.

I love having a personal photography project going on. There are many identifiable stages of the process, and right now, being at or near the completion stage, is always a good feeling and an even better reminder of why its important to keep at it. Laughter, happiness, accomplishment and all around good feelings are the reason to keep pressing on. We'll see how "successful" this project is in terms of being a money maker. But even if it falls flat, I've created something, and at this point it can''t be undone. It's out there and can't be taken back. Onward.


Last Friday night, I sent a friend a text message saying "spaghetti wig?" Got a response saying "great." That's pretty much how all perfect Saturday's begin, right? The following day I went over to "the model's" house where I found him and another friend engrossed in a zombie movie. Wasn't surprised - only pleased. An undisclosed amount of Rainier was introduced and then the wig was born. It just so happened that it was Halloween last Saturday. Even better.

Here are a couple of results from an afternoon of vitamin R, zombies, spaghetti and a whole bunch of giggling.




About a week ago, my friend Niki (of TotalFest fame) asked me if I would be interested in talking to the photography club at Hellgate High School, where she works with the Flagship Program. My instant reaction was "of course." A few nano-seconds after getting off the phone,  it dawned on me that I didn't really ask what I would be talking about, who I would be talking to, why I was being asked, etc. After a volley of emails and phone calls, I learned that the photo club at HHS was working on a documentary photo project in which they will be documenting diversity week - a noble, and very broad topic. I wrestled with taking some sort of academic approach to talking to them about things like "what is documentary photography?" and "why documentary?" then, I came to my senses. Trying to take this approach was ridiculous and would not only be uber-unhelpful and boring to a group of teenagers who meet after school is over, but would also probably bore ME to tears and make me feel like an imposter.  Plus, I like to shoot sporty-type things, and actiony-type things and peopley-type things, so plan B was to do a little dance at the beginning with some background info, some introduction stuff, and then then steer it towards being a lively conversation. Bull's Eye!

Some of the students were quiet, but I was shocked (aka blown away, impressed, stunned) at how much some of the others piped up and how much they knew. I had my notes and my key points - heck I even typed up a list of helpful web sites and brought books and a slide show - but the conversations that got going were by far the best part. With the questions, comments, stories that came out, I think it would have been easy to stay in that corner of the library for several more hours. Turned out to be a damn fine experience for me and I hope for the students of the photo club at HHS. If you wanna see the results, their images from diversity week  will be hanging at the Downtown Dance Collective on First Friday in November.