Meet Lacey...

They say that our eyes are windows to our souls. In Lacey's case this must be true, because her eyes are as lovely as she is, both inside and out. I worked with Lacey for two days building her modeling portfolio, and during that time, there were all sorts of things that might shake up an up-and-coming model. She was honked at as guys drove past us, she had to wear skirts in incredibly cold weather, and hold some pretty uncomfortable positions. And yet, somehow, she managed to maintain a positive attitude and incredible composure. But I don't need to tell you how well she carries herself as model, because the photographs testify to that themselves.

For serious inquires about hiring Lacey for commercial modeling call MojaveWest Media Works at 661-202-8465 or email mojavewestmedia@gmail.com

The Living Ghost Town ...

From right to left: Chloe, Jodi, Russell and Allison

Every year, Jodi and her family dedicate one day to creating a set of family photos. In previous years, they've gone to places with gardens or parks. This year, I suggested something a little different and (to my relief) they loved it!

This is Randsburg, a mining town from the late 1800's. The old style buildings created a great backdrop for these fun family photos. It was also a great place to try out my newest props. I've been collecting a series of old picture frames and I think they add a lot of character to these images. 

Russell

Allison

Chloe

 While these photos are certainly fun, some of my favorite portraits from the day were what I like to call "personality portraits."

Add this to your Christmas wish list...

A few months back, Alan and I found ourselves shooting to a new beat at the AV Fair. Country music duo The Wheeler Sisters are not only fun and talented, but also photogenic. Dani and Cristina were born and raised in Lancaster, California, where they first realized their talent and dream. Though they are a new group on the Nashville scene, they are off to a good start; their first EP “This is Gonna Get Ugly” was written by award-winning song writer Jim McCormick. To the excellent song-writing, the sisters bring their unique vocal harmonies and an awful lot of energy! Due to their need for some additional concert-related publicity photos for their portfolio, we got the call to shoot.

Now that you’re all caught up on who we’re talking about, let’s talk about the photography and the unexpected troubles we faced in making these images. On the left you’ve got Cristina and on the right Dani.

These girls were just great! They were polite and kind to us off the stage and very entertaining and fun on the stage. But, we still ran into some problems that involved security, beer and a broken mirror - but I promise it’s not as bad as it sounds.
When we first arrived, security wanted us to wait at the end of the line to get into the fairgrounds. I had showed him our press pass and explained that we would miss the concert (our job) if waited that long (the line was clear back to the parking lot!). We finally persuaded him to let us in just in time to set up for the concert. The stage was much too high so we spent most of the night hanging from the side of the light rigging to get the perfect shots. Here are few that I especially enjoyed.

It didn’t take long before my big distraction came along: two young guys who had way too much to drink (especially for a family-friendly fair). They eventually left me to do my job, but not until they had worn out the phrase “take my picture!!!"
At the very end of the night, when Alan tried to fire off his shutter to get a few more shots of the drummer, he heard an unusual snap and his viewfinder went black. The mirror in his camera had locked in place, putting him out of commission for the last song. Now, for a photographer, that’s like ripping the seam in the back of a thousand dollar pair of jeans in public. It’s embarrassing and expensive. Never fear though, his equipment has been replaced and he’s back in business.

This is the part of the blog where I would like to offer my sincerest congratulations to Cristina and Dani on a concert well done and best wishes on many more concerts to come. This last image was one of my favorites because of its interaction between the music and audience.

Want to learn more about the Wheeler Sisters? Check out their site at www.wheelersisters.com. And - don’t forget to "like" them on Facebook!
Until next exposure!
MojaveWest Media Works
www.mojavewest.zenfolio.com

Roman Candle in the Sky

26mm, 433 second exposure (just over 7 minutes), f/5.0.

One of the small benefits of being located in the Antelope Valley is that we're 130 miles due east of Vandenberg Air Force Base, over on the coast. This gives us a gorgeous viewing spot for any night satellite launches that take place from there, the preferred launch location for craft destined for a polar orbit.

Such was the case with last night's launch of Delta 357, carrying the NASA NPOESS Preperatory Project (NPP) payload, a climate observation science package, plus six small "cubesat" science science research satellites. The standard Delta rocket was augmented by nine strap-on solid rocket boosters, and when I learned of this, I knew it would be bright!

800mm, 1/125 sec, f/8, handheld...not bad for a distance of over 130 miles!

According to the United Launch Alliance website, the ten-minute launch window was to open at 2:47 am, so I I hauled my carcass out of bed at two, grabbed my gear, and headed into the desert. The goal was to find an appropriately photogenic Joshua Tree for the foreground, and though I thought I knew where there were some out on the west side of town, I turned out to be wrong, slapping my forehead for not planning better and going location scouting earlier.

Where I ended up, the western horizon was indistinguishable in its pitch blackness. Then, precisely at 2:48, it was like someone turned a light switch on. A large area of the horizon glowed orange, clearly showing the mountains between me and Vandenberg. It took a few moments before Delta 357 came into view, but when it did, I was amazed at the size of the plume. Those nine boosters packed quite a punch!

(Here's the ULA website for the launch. An if you should be interested in shooting any future launches from Vandenberg - the next is in March - keep you eye on the ULA manifest/schedule.)

She said "yes" then they said "cheese"

 
Snap...snap...snap...and my tripod is ready to go. I’m two seconds away from locking the camera down onto the mount when a woman approaches me and the world slows down as if putting me into a trance. “You’re not allowed to have a tripod on the board walk (the world’s rotation continuing to reach a halt with each word she spoke) it’s a tripping hazard.” The woman proceeds to question me and I explain we’re doing an engagement session; after taking my business card she walks off to inform the rest of “the committee” that she has approved me to use a monopod.

Now, for those of you who (like myself) enjoy the use of slow shutter speeds, you will understand my frustration at trying to use a monopod for a ½ second exposure. That’s when it hits me - if I just adjust the angle of my frame, I can rest my camera on the flat portion of a trashcan! And that’s how we came up with this first image.

This next one, was created using a similar technique: trash can for a tripod. I instructed the happy couple (Randy and Michelle) what order to do their poses and what visual cue I would give to strike their next pose. They waited in position ready for the shot and as soon as the merry-go-round began it’s cycle, Daniel (my fiance, best friend and the best go-to grip on a shoot) dragged the closest trash can into place. I see it like this - she said I couldn’t use a tripod; she didn’t say anything about moving the trash can.

What’s that old saying? “The Boardwalk’s trash is a photographer’s tripod...” So a big thanks goes out to all those who create the need for public trash receptacles.

Until next exposure, best wishes to Randy and Michelle - I wish you a long and happy marriage.  

Lord of the Flies

Sometimes, wildlife photography deals with the sublime and stunningly beautiful. Other times, well, there's a certain amount of ewww involved. So if you're easily creeped out, maybe this post isn't for you.

The Mono Lake basin has become a symbol for the conservation community and an example of what can go wrong when large metropolitan areas act like bullies and stop at nothing in their greed for resources to feed their growth. Over the years, it's become a draw to photographers because of its incredible views, unique geology and delicate ecosystems. Images usually focus on the iconic tufa formations (right) or expansive vistas (below).

When you actually go there and walk around, you're bound to notice one thing: the flies. Lots and lots and lots of  flies. And they're "special" flies, too. Really. They're pretty cool. They're called "alkali flies", and they live and breed at the shoreline of the lake. At times, they're so thick on the water that they look like a black carpet. If you walk near them, they swarm away from your feet, and land behind you, making it appear that the ground itself is parting at your stride. They don't bite, aren't interested in humans at all, but be careful breathing when you're walking through a cloud of them!

These little creatures spend two thirds of their life, as larvae and pupae, under water. Even as adults, they have the ability to trap air on their bodies so that they walk underwater and still breathe.

The Mono Lake Committee's website about the flies describes their "mind blowing" growth process: "When the adult fly is ready to emerge from the pupa case its head comes apart! The head separates and a small sac inflates and pops the top off the pupa case. The sac then collapses, the fly's head reassembles itself, and the fly emerges from the case to float to the surface where it then begins its adult life cycle."

And maybe what's best about these little guys is that they're great to eat. Okay, no, I don't know that from first hand experience. But the gull that I shot while hiking along the south shore of Mono certainly seemed to be enjoying himself as he walked amongst the black cloud, feasting away.

Once upon a time, the mono basin was inhabited by a Paiute tribe that, in their language, were called the "Kutzadika'a"...which roughly translates to "Fly Eaters". During the summer months when the tribe was hunting and gathering around the shores of Mono Lake, they would gather the fly pupae, which are rich in both fat and protein, dry them, and cook them in stews. Yum!

So much food, so little time!

American Character - Family Photos

Having professed that the purpose of this blog is to explore the stories behind photographs, I'm pulling out some previously unpublished vintage images from the MojaveWest archive that have no recorded story to tell. For whatever reason, these images have become separated from the descendants of their former owners, and  thus any record of who is pictured, or any story about why the photo was taken, has been lost to time. But in that lack of a story, there is a new story, one that we perhaps project upon the anonymous characters shown, a perception of what we imagine it was like to live in their time.

Click on this, or the other photographs in this post, and stare for a few moments

into these faces. There is so much that is revealed. A husband and wife, 

and her parents, for whom life has been hard. Two boys, one who dreams of 

becoming a pilot, one whose shirt and tie seem incongruous with rumpled 

overalls. An itinerant trade hinted at by the lettering on the truck. And a dog, 

perhaps the only aspect of this whole scene that is timeless. 

In this new century, we have become a visual world, and practically everyone now has a camera of some sort, and just about every aspect of life gets shot - including many that probably shouldn't. Superstar photog Joe McNally once wrote, "Face it: every day, there are about 30 million billion digital pictures being taken. How do you make yours stand out?"* That, as I've already written, is the challenge.

But it wasn't always so. Once upon a time, cameras were large, bulky, and the singular realm of the professional. Then came Kodak and the Brownie, and suddenly the ability to record everyday life happening around you became possible to the amateur. The age of the snapshot was born. Dig through a pile of antique photos sometime, and you'll start to see a clear demarkation in time, separating the age of pro-only shooting (hallmarked by tin-types and a little later, by "cabinet photos") of the late 1800s/early 1900s and the snapshots of the 1920s and 1930s.

Pro photographers of that era, more often than not staged their images. Amateurs, on the other hand, captured unrehearsed moments in reality and time. What shines through so many times, though, is a profound sense of the character in the people imaged. Maybe it's just our perception, maybe it was because of the harsher times that they lived through, or maybe it was the honesty of the early snapshots, before people realized they could fool everyone and fake looking good. What ever it was, take a good, long look at these images and you'll start to see something remarkable. It is the character ingrained on their faces, chiseled there by the life they led, by life itself being fundamentally harder than it is today.

The California license plates say 1930. Dad - a milkman? - has
just come home from work, interrupting a game of baseball
played by his young sons. And how about that rumble seat?

As we stare into these windows of the past, though, there is a danger of deception, a fundamental trap of error that our brains fall into as we imagine their world. Like images we shoot today, they allow us to look through the eyes and with the perspective of the one person on the scene who remains unseen, the photographer. Their motives and thoughts in taking the shot might be guessed at from interpreting the outcome, but in reality remain forever veiled. But yet, what we see is not really how they saw it. In our daily life, we see things in - and our fancy digital cameras take images that reflect - the bold, vivid colors of real life. When we stare at a vintage photo, however, it's usually sepia or a best black and white. Look at enough of them and the brain gets tricked into imagining life during that era as somehow colorless, so much so that when we do come across some of the rare, early color images from those days, our mind sort of suffers a disconnect.

An interesting mental effect from this falsely monochromatic view of their world is the thought that somehow what they experienced is somehow less real than what we do. If anything, it was more so. Without our ultra-advanced climate control, summers were hotter, winters were colder. Sanitation and hygiene were different then, and thus were the everyday odors. But none of that comes through in a photo. And we conveniently forget about it, too.

A summer afternoon's visit to Grandma and Grandpa in Dad's new car?

So as you compose and shoot your next family snapshot, what story are you telling, and what story will be read into it 80 years from now by someone who has no clue who you were, but who is staring into your eyes trying to image what it was like to live in your time?

*From Joe McNally's The Hotshoe Diaries, an amazing book which should be required reading for anyone who picks up a speedlight and slaps it on a camera.