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Lady Plays the Blues

“You hear lots of notes, don’t you? Some have a major sound. Some have a minor sound. But there’s not one blue note among all these black and white keys. The real blues, the soul of the sound, comes from the spaces in-between.”
— David Mutti Clark,
Professor Brown Shoes Teaches the Blues

When you play the blues you’re not “tickling the ivories”, but either clinging to them for hope or striking them in vengeance.

"Lady Plays The Blues", Nikon D800, ISO 500, f/5.6 at 1/160 sec., 190mm

“Lady Plays the Blues”, Nikon D800, ISO 500, f/5.6 at 1/160 sec., 190mm

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Daytona Beach HippieFest #3

“Don’t gain the world & lose your soul,
Wisdom is better than silver or gold.”
― Bob Marley

This is the third and final post to feature photos from the 2014 Daytona Beach HippieFest, held this past Sunday. I played around a bit with a couple of the photos in this post, giving them a more vintage, 60’s feel. Or, such was the intent. It’s been groovy sharing these photos from the event with you. Peace.

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Cool shades

A vintage look to go with your cool vintage shades…

This guy was very popular. What you don't see is the other half of a situation I'll probably never be in again: At my back is a police officer and my face to a guy yelling "Free pot!". Fortunately, the cop had both a sense of humor and the ability to read.

This guy was very popular. What you don’t see is the other half of a situation I’ll probably never be in again: At my back is a police officer while in front of me stands this guy yelling, “Free pot!”. Fortunately, the officer had both a sense of humor and the ability to read.

Sometimes abstracts just happen, so you go with them...

This happened after I ran into the guy with the free pot… 🙂

Wisperwood Tie-Dye helped a lot of people unleash their inner hippie.

Wisperwood Tie-Dye helped a lot of people unleash their inner hippie.

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A good time was had by all...

And a good time was had by all…

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Somewhere Over the Rainbow

So, I’ve been rather behind on keeping up with posts the last couple of weeks. There are major life events unfolding that are, frankly, my only priority right now. More on that to come in a future post.

Therefore, today’s post is my first ever (to my recollection) that doesn’t feature an original photograph. Instead it features a music video of Eva Cassidy, singing what I have believed for years is the best version of this song ever recorded. Eva lost her battle with cancer before soaring to the heights of fame she could have easily achieved.

I post this in honor and hope for those now battling cancer. Never stop fighting.

Eva Cassidy performing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”, live at Blues Alley

Learn more about Eva Cassidy: The Eva Cassidy Story (on ABC Nightline)

If her voice doesn’t move you, you can’t be moved.

When the bagpipe sings…

When you meet Lewis Bartlett, his energy and enthusiasm for life is contagious. You can’t help but find a smile growing on your face as you talk about whatever it is you happen to talk about with Lewis; he just has that type of personality. When you learn Lewis plays the bagpipes – if you know anything about bagpipes – it seems a proper instrument for him: it stands out in a crowd, it’s loud and commanding, and it is an instrument that evokes great feeling crossing a vast range of emotions in its listeners. People tend to either love the bagpipe or hate it – there is no in-between.

Some men there are love not a gaping pig; some, that are mad if they behold a cat; and others, when the bagpipe sings…cannot contain their urine.
– William Shakespeare

Nikon D300, ISO 200, 1/250 sec at f/5, 70 mm

Nikon D300, ISO 200, 1/250 sec at f/5, 70 mm

Nikon D300, ISO 200, 1/250 sec at f/5, 70 mm

Nikon D300, ISO 200, 1/250 sec at f/7.1, 18 mm

A piper with a good instructor learns the following piece of advice – passed down through the ages among pipers – pretty early on:

“When you’re being run out of town, stay just far enough ahead of the crowd to make it look like a parade.”

Call for Pipers: Are you a piper in the Salt Lake City area who would like to model in exchange for photos? Please contact me.

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A Purpled Haze

Purple haze all in my eyes
Don’t know if it’s day or night
You’ve got me blowin, blowin my mind
Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?
– Jimi Hendrix, Purple Haze

The shallow depth of field effect (what’s in sharp focus and what is not) is called “bokeh”. It means fuzzy, blurry or indistinct and most photographers enjoy exploiting it with the right subject. It’s another one of thousands of reasons to learn to use your camera’s manual settings and to forget that it has an Auto mode. 🙂

Nikon D300, ISO 200, 1/1000 sec at f/2.5, 50mm

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Salt Flats Solo


After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

~Aldous Huxley, “Music at Night and Other Essays”

Nikon D300, ISO 200, 1/160th s at f/14


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Dancing On Your Own


“I say make time to dance alone with one hand waving free.”

Movie Quote from: Elizabethtown (2005) – Claire Colburn (Kristen Dunst)

I have this recurring dream where I’m sitting in a stuffy office on a stiff leather couch, hands folded tensely across my lap. I’m explaining how my life has a soundtrack; how there’s always music in my head, either real or imaginary. The glassy-eyed doctor sitting opposite me in a high-back chair leans forward slightly, locks eyeballs with me and quietly asks — as if revealing a secret, “Do you dance to it?”

Dancing With Myself – Billy Idol – 1981