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Bad Weather Can be GREAT Weather: albuquerque photographer

New Mexico has a thing about bad weather…she doesn’t like it.

And while she allows it to blow into her state, she doesn’t allow it to stick around for a long time. After all, it can easily obscure her beautiful Sandia Mountains and she simply won’t have that. So, while she allows bad weather in, she insists it give something back in return. She knows the people who live inside her borders rely on gorgeous sunsets, so if clouds roll in, they need to perform.

As a photographer, I know this, which is why I always try to avoid rescheduling an outdoor session until the very last moment. You simply don’t know what the weather is going to do. (Except for last Friday when we woke up to rain. When does THAT happen?) And many times, when the clouds roll in and the skies grow dark, you get some amazing images, images that would have been lost had we rescheduled. Yes, sometimes it means that a client gets ready for nothing or we get part of a session, but quite often, it means we get images like this…

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New Mexico, you keep on doing what you’ve been doing. And thank you.

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There’s Simply NO Excuse: albuquerque photographer

When you are driving through northern New Mexico in October, and it’s late in the afternoon, and the sun dips behind a grove of Aspens and lights them up so brilliantly it looks as if they are plugged in, it is inexcusably wrong not to stop the car and photograph them.

At least, that’s what I think.

 

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He’s a Matchbox Guy: albuquerque photographer

Frank and I were at Toys R Us recently, purchasing birthday presents for our nephews, the youngest of which is 2 and adores cars. I mean, loves them. He has a little car box that contains all his tiny die cast cars and he will lay on the floor for hours just rolling them back and forth.

His Uncle Frank was a lot like that. In fact, I think if he had time, he still would be. No joke.

We entered the car aisle of the toy store to find “Hot Wheels” stuff on one side and “Matchbox” stuff on the other. Frank immediately picks up a set of Matchbox cars and starts examining them, while I pick up a “Hot Wheels” case for the cars.

“Here,” I say, showing him the case, “we can get this to hold the cars.”

Now, Frank is an easy going guy. Sure, he is subject to sudden bursts of enthusiasm (we even have a warning sign to that effect in the studio) but all in all, he’s a very happy, go-with-the-flow guy. Apparently, not when it comes to little metal cars, because he looked at me like I’d suddenly sprouted another head. With a level of indignation usually reserved for people who ask your weight or strangers who ask to borrow your car,  he said, “Absolutely not. You would NEVER put a Matchbox car in a Hot Wheels case. Ever.”

Oh boy. It appears I pushed a button.

“But,” I argued, “it’s the same thing…”Hot Wheels”…”Matchbox”…”

He just stared at me for a moment and then said, “It is not at all the same thing. Babe, you might not know it, but people feel very strongly about this. It’s like the Canon vs. Nikon debate, but with cars. (I didn’t know. This was actually the first I’d heard of it.) When I was little, “Hot Wheels” made the souped up fancy cars; “Matchbox” made cars that actually looked like the real version. I have always preferred “Matchbox” for that reason. I wanted to see the car as it is; I liked that. Now, though, “Hot Wheels” has become less souped up and “Matchbox” has become more so. There’s not a real difference anymore, which is sad. Each car tries to be the other one instead of being itself.”

He looked down at the Matchbox cars in his hand and then, with a little grin he looked up at me and said, “I’m still a Matchbox guy.”

In more ways than one, Frank Frost…in more ways than one.

Behold…the two things that I learned should NEVER go together. Look quickly, though…the photo alone is one the verge of sacrilege.

Bicycle Shame: albuquerque photographer

I have a bicycle.

It’s a nice bike. It’s blue and a has a little swish on the side of it. I don’t think it’s anything Lance Armstrong would salivate over, in fact, if it was laying abandoned on the side of the road, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t even consider it worthy of picking up. It’s probably the professional’s version of a tricycle, but it gets the job done. I take my nice little bike out on gentle  paths and even, comfortable terrain for a pleasant afternoon of cycling. And by cycling, I mean pushing the pedals around and around. I could probably walk faster than I bike.

And then, there’s Kathy.

Kathy came into the studio with her bike. Well, it’s not really a bike so much as a serious piece of sporting equipment. She explained that she got into cycling to keep up with her grown daughter, who is an accomplished, award-winning athlete herself. Kathy said she knew if she wanted to spend time with her, she’d need to up her game a bit and so she took up cycling as something they could do together.

And then, not long ago, Kathy attended a BMX convention in town. Yes, you know exactly where this is going, don’t you? She told her cycling coach that it looked like fun and so, one afternoon, they borrowed a bike and within 5 minutes, Kathy was hooked.

I photographed Kathy in the studio and then out on the hills with her BMX. She had had surgery the day before, so she was taking the jumps easy. I only know this because she told me; it didn’t look easy to me.

I went home that night and apologized to my bike. Clearly, I need to do better.

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A Man, a Woman, and a Gas Station: albuquerque family photographer

In 1926, the Whiting Bros. opened a chain of full service gas stations, originating in Arizona and eventually stretching along Route 66, from Texas to California. Their trademark yellow sign with red letters became a staple for those traveling the road.

A man named Sal began working at Whiting Bros in Texas in 1965, and, four years later, found himself in Moriarty, NM, still working under that yellow sign. He lived in a home behind the station with his wife, Inez and three children, and then, in 1985, he and Inez purchased that same Whiting Bros gas station.

Fast forward to 2013.

That Whiting Bros. station still stands in Moriarty, lining historic Route 66. It is special, and not just because of its wonderful owners, but because it is the last one-the very last Whiting Bros. gas station left.  It is still owned by Sal and Inez, and while that sign needs repairs, it stands as proudly as its owners.

It’s pretty cool when you get to photograph history and the people who make it.

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