Alex and Emre live on Duval Street, which is mostly residential and very colorful. It also has the biggest concentration of porch swings per capita that I’ve ever seen on one street.
After I went to Houston for a weekend, I took the bus up to Austin for a few days.
The bus ride went right through the corridor of Texas that’s been having all the wildfires. Just a wee bit scary…
I was staying with my friends Alex and Emre, who are both at UT and in classes most of the day, which meant I had a whole lot of time to just wander around downtown Austin. Since I’d never actually been to Austin before, this worked out perfectly.
That said, I don’t think Sixth Street by day is quite the same as Sixth Street by night:
I also went to the Capitol building. Twice. The first day, I just walked over to see what all the fuss was about. The second day, I decided to go inside to check things out, and walked in right as a tour was starting. Hooray!
Almost backed into the street trying to make the whole building fit into the scope of a 50mm.
My friend David moved to the Heights a few months ago, which is a part of Houston I know nothing about (considering I lived in Houston for four years I know alarmingly little about the city, because I didn’t have a car when I was there). David said the neighborhood was ripe for photo safari-ing, so we went roaming around at magic light time.
I’m not very good at taking scenic shots (coincidentally, I have another friend named David who IS very good at this, and you should look at his work), so it was nice to practice without worrying about whether there was an actual assignment riding on the photos.
SOMEBODY hasn’t posted his pictures yet (ahem), but whenever they’re up they’ll be at http://djance.blogspot.com.
I’m a month behind on these posts. Better late than never!
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I celebrated my 6-month anniversary with the Gazette by taking a vacation (isn’t that always the way of things?).
The main reason for the vacation was to attend my college roommate’s wedding in Waco, but it’s hard for me to go to Texas and not, well, visit everybody else I know there, so I made a couple of other stops along the way (Houston and Austin).
I brought one lens with me: my 50mm. Push comes to shove, I’d have picked the 20mm over the 50 any day, but that lens is still broken.
Logan Airport, surprisingly empty for a Friday afternoon…
I’m about ten posts behind on blogging, and am hoping to catch up this weekend (now that I have Internet in my apartment!), but in the meantime, here are a couple of photos from the past couple days of high school sports:
Each of them thought the other had won after they crossed the finish line.
This one isn’t anything special, but I liked it anyway. I love when players run right towards the camera:
Steve Boyleston is an 18th-century reenactor who’s been performing all over the Island throughout the summer. It was his idea to go take these portraits at a Land Bank preserve rather than just in the woods outside his home, and I cannot thank him enough for that. I did feel a little odd driving there with that rifle in the backseat of my car, though…
I shot Hell Week—preseason for the fall athletes—last year (in happy news, I like the photos from this year much better), and remember it being both one of the best and worst assignments I’ve ever had. It’s among the worst for obvious reasons: the teams are on the field by 6 in the morning (I’m not a morning person), and I went every single day because not all of the teams practice on any given morning. But it’s also one of the best because the light at that time of day is simply amazing.
(Not that this one ran in the paper, but I like it anyway)
The boys practice in the late afternoon, which also makes for nice light: