11.30.2007

goodbye, salt lake


It's been a busy week as I settle into my new house and new job, so here are some overdue photos from the drive to Cedar Rapids...



My dad came along on the 18-hour drive.. and made sure we stopped at Little America for the best 50 cent ice cream in... Wyoming? Utah? Where were we?? Of course he made the stop worthwhile, getting a double helping.



Eastern Utah, Wyoming Nebraska all sort of look alike...



11.23.2007

how many photographers does it take to carve a turkey?

11.22.2007

feast with the beasts


The zoo was open today for kids to watch the animals eat Thanksgiving dinner -- these are a few outtakes, of camera-shy Akara eating a pumpkin and Tucker watching a leopard devour a meat-filled piƱata. Mmmm. Time to go enjoy my own feast and slip into a turkey-and-stuffing induced coma...


along the way today...





11.19.2007

dirtboarding


A downside to the beautiful weather we've been having lately: these kids didn't have much snow for their first snowboarding lesson. Side note: re-waterproofing is needed on my boots. Brr.





11.18.2007

sunday park day


It was absolutely too gorgeous to stay inside today, so Mike and I ventured out to Sugar House Park to enjoy the day..






11.16.2007

It feels like every day this fall has been this beautiful. (But beautiful fall days mean no skiing for me before I head to Iowa. Sadness..)

11.13.2007

dream america





I photographed the UMFA's Warhol exhibit a few weeks ago, and this quote was hanging on the wall...

"Everybody has their own America, and then they have pieces of a fantasy America that they think is out there but they can't see. When I was little, I never left Pennsylvania, and I used to have fantasies about things that I thought were happening in the Midwest, or down South, or in Texas, that I felt I was missing out on. But you can only live life in one place at a time. And your own life while it's happening to you never has any atmosphere until it's a memory. So the fantasy corners of America seem to atmospheric because you've pieced them together from scenes in movies and nusic and lines from books. And you live in your dream America that you've custom-made from art and schmaltz and emotions just as much as you live in your real one." - Warhol, America, 1985

ode to the black pants


At first I thought my camera was broken. Quickly I realized that one particular ref just kept jumping in front of me. (see also: Ref Ass via sportsshooter)


11.12.2007

marry me


I was halfway to my early assignment this morning when I got the call that it was postponed until tomorrow, so I headed back into town with Sufjan keeping me company (hello, my name is Liz and I'm addicted to Christmas music. I can't help it, his cover of 'Come Thou Fount' gets me every time.) I apparently was in some sort of a daze, which I snapped out of to realize that I had passed my exit, three exits ago. But it was a good detour, when I passed by this note from Dave to Elaine, at the Ritz bowling alley on State Street. I wonder what she said?




11.08.2007

mini leica!



Do you find this as incredibly adorable, and terribly tempting, as I do? (Ohhh, Urban Outfitters, what useless thing will you tempt me with next? Click the photo for the link to buy one for you, or one for me.)

11.04.2007


Did you see me on tv? No? Oh, I was the one behind the FSN guy during his mid-game updates. I shot my first Jazz game (the scrimmage a few weeks ago doesn't really count) -- actually, my first basketball game of the season -- last night, with pretty decent results. Shooting with strobes is a completely different kind of challenge, really forcing me to pay attention to the game lest I fire too soon or too late. One shot every two seconds, if I'm lucky, is all I get. On another note, my back is still sort of out of alignment from trying to lean around a video guy to see the net. I'm sure that I'm not the first photog to have video get in the way a bit, but c'mon, we all have a job to do.. can't we all just get along? Fortunately, it wasn't a crowded game and the nice folks at the Trib made room for me.

First up: after any sporting event, I come back with several "could've been" frames, with another player, or ref, in the foreground. I'm not sure why, but I keep a file of the "best" of these on my computer. (Above: I'm not sure where the connection is between "jazz" and "giant bear," but I have to say, that's one tough lookin' bear. Then, a few of the photos I submitted to the paper.)






11.02.2007


Well, I've passed my drug test, I've found an apartment, all that's left is the actual move. I've been hired back to the Cedar Rapids Gazette as a staff photographer, so in three weeks, the day after my last day here in Salt Lake City, I'll load up my little car once again and drive back to the great Midwest. Ahhhh, I'm on my way to adulthood, moving on from life as a professional intern...

(Above, a brief escape into self-portraiture during a fancy awards dinner gala.)

many <3s for daytime football


last weekend's high school playoff game was almost sad to watch, at 42-7, but fun to shoot.







11.01.2007

"blah blah blah halloween crap"


I love it when photo requests don't try to make an event sound any more exciting than it is. As this was my fourth, and last, Halloween assignment of the year, my creativity was, well, weak. (I won't even show you the other two assignments.) Fortunately Glinda was there to save the day with her amazingly fluffy pink dress. (Thanks, copy desk, for teaching me something new: it's not Glenda, as I've assumed for the last 23 years, but Glinda.)



Here's the first of the kids-in-costumes events, from the zoo this weekend. I'll admit, it was pretty darn cute.





Now that Halloween is over, bring on the charity turkey dinners, and the long lines to see Santa. I'm ready.