<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:18:43.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melted Sand to See the World Outside</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-3306034156301345561</id><published>2010-12-06T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:46:25.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm running out of ways to talk about cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TP2tavJY_lI/AAAAAAAABbw/eMF6BLj5cZU/s1600/_-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TP2tavJY_lI/AAAAAAAABbw/eMF6BLj5cZU/s320/_-20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547780990834376274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TP2taLSNnZI/AAAAAAAABbo/7Xy7RVjx1wU/s1600/_-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TP2taLSNnZI/AAAAAAAABbo/7Xy7RVjx1wU/s320/_-9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547780981207702930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Natalie again, yay! This time, since it's just a wee bit cold outside, we went to Faust Park and took a ride on the carousel. She held on like a real trooper, which made my job all the easier. I think we've probably got a good rapport going by now--we just know how the other thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also useful--if she sees a picture of herself she starts smiling, so if I needed one, all I had to do was hold it up, and presto! Instant smiles (like in the second picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-3306034156301345561?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3306034156301345561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-running-out-of-ways-to-talk-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3306034156301345561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3306034156301345561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-running-out-of-ways-to-talk-about.html' title='I&apos;m running out of ways to talk about cute'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TP2tavJY_lI/AAAAAAAABbw/eMF6BLj5cZU/s72-c/_-20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-7793026925531154682</id><published>2010-12-06T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:41:56.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if that's how it felt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TP2s3EoU7BI/AAAAAAAABbg/FnDAj5fUaPA/s1600/_-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TP2s3EoU7BI/AAAAAAAABbg/FnDAj5fUaPA/s320/_-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547780378125986834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a new batch of GateKeepers pictures last week, and, well, sometimes it's nice when the image does all the talking. I don't think I can add much to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-7793026925531154682?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7793026925531154682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wonder-if-thats-how-it-felt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7793026925531154682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7793026925531154682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wonder-if-thats-how-it-felt.html' title='I wonder if that&apos;s how it felt.'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TP2s3EoU7BI/AAAAAAAABbg/FnDAj5fUaPA/s72-c/_-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-7225418250919182138</id><published>2010-11-30T13:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:58:21.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watt's the Buzz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TPVy8z-e_RI/AAAAAAAABbY/yGL4yWo9QCQ/s1600/5217128580_b3beec8e5f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TPVy8z-e_RI/AAAAAAAABbY/yGL4yWo9QCQ/s320/5217128580_b3beec8e5f_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545464905246637330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TPVy8mIXabI/AAAAAAAABbQ/K8ZS91ipneM/s1600/5217106564_a638d2f617_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TPVy8mIXabI/AAAAAAAABbQ/K8ZS91ipneM/s320/5217106564_a638d2f617_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545464901529987506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TPVy8X5EOgI/AAAAAAAABbI/BZjZhcdhHrs/s1600/5216577333_6391a78d9d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TPVy8X5EOgI/AAAAAAAABbI/BZjZhcdhHrs/s320/5216577333_6391a78d9d_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545464897707719170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TPVy77V8e0I/AAAAAAAABbA/Mx6bQVr0okQ/s1600/5216563055_aa774b2912_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TPVy77V8e0I/AAAAAAAABbA/Mx6bQVr0okQ/s320/5216563055_aa774b2912_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545464890044218178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some family pictures a couple weeks ago, on what was, more than likely, the last nice day for outdoor shooting we'll have for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I'm always torn--outdoors is, to me, always better for shooting, so I'll miss that, but I do like cold weather.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep up with young Michael certainly kept me on my toes. I think I might have put in a day's workout running around after him. Not that any of that was a bad thing, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-7225418250919182138?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7225418250919182138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/watts-buzz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7225418250919182138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7225418250919182138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/watts-buzz.html' title='Watt&apos;s the Buzz?'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TPVy8z-e_RI/AAAAAAAABbY/yGL4yWo9QCQ/s72-c/5217128580_b3beec8e5f_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-2268336804978229737</id><published>2010-11-23T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T14:14:19.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Self-Promotion</title><content type='html'>Not to toot my own horn (okay, that's a lie), but Melissa Marr, featured &lt;a href="http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/odds-and-sods.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, emailed me last week, wanting to know if she could use the picture I took as her jacket photo in her next release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said yes, as you might expect, and you can expect to see my picture on bookshelves (!) next summer. June, I think. The book is called 'Graveminder,' by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-2268336804978229737?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2268336804978229737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/shameless-self-promotion.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2268336804978229737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2268336804978229737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/shameless-self-promotion.html' title='Shameless Self-Promotion'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-1349730650439019525</id><published>2010-11-18T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T07:00:50.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TOU-7JcYRaI/AAAAAAAABa4/DFi1lJn4l64/s1600/_-47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TOU-7JcYRaI/AAAAAAAABa4/DFi1lJn4l64/s320/_-47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540904102417417634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TOU-4kjGRSI/AAAAAAAABaw/GADNaO5Aqrc/s1600/_-98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TOU-4kjGRSI/AAAAAAAABaw/GADNaO5Aqrc/s320/_-98.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540904058153747746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TOU-reLKknI/AAAAAAAABao/GfnJShDL_XE/s1600/_-117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TOU-reLKknI/AAAAAAAABao/GfnJShDL_XE/s320/_-117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540903833104454258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TOU-qzILpVI/AAAAAAAABag/NqL7lCkYsdQ/s1600/_-66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TOU-qzILpVI/AAAAAAAABag/NqL7lCkYsdQ/s320/_-66.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540903821549217106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TOU-qD16ZfI/AAAAAAAABaY/L3TIeM0BX0I/s1600/_-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TOU-qD16ZfI/AAAAAAAABaY/L3TIeM0BX0I/s320/_-31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540903808856122866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TOU-pXlKx9I/AAAAAAAABaQ/3IR0gn9SyiQ/s1600/_-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TOU-pXlKx9I/AAAAAAAABaQ/3IR0gn9SyiQ/s320/_-26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540903796974733266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TOU-ozvno3I/AAAAAAAABaI/oXh7Q97S4uY/s1600/_-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TOU-ozvno3I/AAAAAAAABaI/oXh7Q97S4uY/s320/_-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540903787354891122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I haven't the slightest idea what inspired me to put people in hats. But it was something I wanted to do as early as May, but just never could seem to find the time for. But I finally did manage the time, and even managed to book some time in a real studio, which makes a huge difference. Having consistently good lighting, and no nonsense in the background was great. Everyone seemed to have a good time, too, so I guess hats just bring out the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-1349730650439019525?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1349730650439019525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/hats-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1349730650439019525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1349730650439019525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/hats-off.html' title='Hats Off!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TOU-7JcYRaI/AAAAAAAABa4/DFi1lJn4l64/s72-c/_-47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-303445691464628786</id><published>2010-11-08T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:53:40.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.A.S.K.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNhiyCwApMI/AAAAAAAABaA/MPffMJPWPRA/s1600/_-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNhiyCwApMI/AAAAAAAABaA/MPffMJPWPRA/s320/_-32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537284353723245762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNhixd0or_I/AAAAAAAABZ4/BFKFF83Nhf0/s1600/_-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNhixd0or_I/AAAAAAAABZ4/BFKFF83Nhf0/s320/_-20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537284343810535410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNhiw2XbKcI/AAAAAAAABZw/q44DvWr-Rnc/s1600/_-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNhiw2XbKcI/AAAAAAAABZw/q44DvWr-Rnc/s320/_-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537284333219031490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNhiwdY0PAI/AAAAAAAABZo/2kSTqjHPh3M/s1600/_-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNhiwdY0PAI/AAAAAAAABZo/2kSTqjHPh3M/s320/_-30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537284326513982466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNhiwHIIyCI/AAAAAAAABZg/xPz4-aU9F9w/s1600/_-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNhiwHIIyCI/AAAAAAAABZg/xPz4-aU9F9w/s320/_-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537284320538445858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me, I can't recall what made me think of putting people in masks and taking pictures. Maybe I saw it somewhere else and thought it might be fun. That seems the most likely candidate. And being close to Halloween when I did it seemed fitting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also interesting--I created a studio of sorts in my basement using nothing more than a couple white sheets and some lights. It makes for a very different environment than I normally have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have 5 masquerade masks and no idea what to do with them. Have a party, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-303445691464628786?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/303445691464628786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/mask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/303445691464628786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/303445691464628786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/mask.html' title='M.A.S.K.'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNhiyCwApMI/AAAAAAAABaA/MPffMJPWPRA/s72-c/_-32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-8646891083618266700</id><published>2010-11-03T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T06:36:59.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Values, pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNFj97sUzbI/AAAAAAAABZY/f91HFJMLlk8/s1600/_-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNFj97sUzbI/AAAAAAAABZY/f91HFJMLlk8/s320/_-41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535315332661824946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNFj9UaC8VI/AAAAAAAABZQ/QtGiYrATSK0/s1600/_-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNFj9UaC8VI/AAAAAAAABZQ/QtGiYrATSK0/s320/_-32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535315322116174162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNFj87VD8lI/AAAAAAAABZI/JM0It19UPoc/s1600/_-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNFj87VD8lI/AAAAAAAABZI/JM0It19UPoc/s320/_-21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535315315384382034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNFj8poEAJI/AAAAAAAABZA/dfVq_d8qbYk/s1600/_-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNFj8poEAJI/AAAAAAAABZA/dfVq_d8qbYk/s320/_-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535315310632239250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, now THIS is the promised sequel to &lt;a href="http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-values.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post, and another cousin of &lt;a href="http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-in-family.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shot a little later in the day than I'm used to, so it was hard working with the low light (meaning lots of pictures that should have been awesome were blurry or whatever because I didn't make the right adjustments). Truth be told, I'm a bright light kinda guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho--the second and fourth shots include some of my favorite Logan-based expressions ever. The second one, especially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are these people I'm with, and why are they so weird?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-8646891083618266700?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8646891083618266700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/family-values-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8646891083618266700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8646891083618266700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/family-values-pt-2.html' title='Family Values, pt. 2'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNFj97sUzbI/AAAAAAAABZY/f91HFJMLlk8/s72-c/_-41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-7110875136489953468</id><published>2010-11-02T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T06:34:39.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug-a-Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNATN-etJpI/AAAAAAAABY4/bRVkSaOai8E/s1600/_-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNATN-etJpI/AAAAAAAABY4/bRVkSaOai8E/s320/_-38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534945072869353106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNATNqNGURI/AAAAAAAABYw/DPCNUuqpWDE/s1600/_-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNATNqNGURI/AAAAAAAABYw/DPCNUuqpWDE/s320/_-30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534945067426795794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNATNufFvoI/AAAAAAAABYo/TcXzg6Ujnuw/s1600/_-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNATNufFvoI/AAAAAAAABYo/TcXzg6Ujnuw/s320/_-22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534945068575997570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNATNB0xmTI/AAAAAAAABYg/Rsu0rVPl4_E/s1600/_-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNATNB0xmTI/AAAAAAAABYg/Rsu0rVPl4_E/s320/_-13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534945056587356466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if, after four shoots, I'm the "official" photographer for Natalie, but I wouldn't complain if I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, she's freakin' adorable, isn't she? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-7110875136489953468?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7110875136489953468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/bug-boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7110875136489953468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7110875136489953468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/bug-boo.html' title='Bug-a-Boo'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TNATN-etJpI/AAAAAAAABY4/bRVkSaOai8E/s72-c/_-38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-7214240662367115476</id><published>2010-10-29T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T08:37:50.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All in the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMrpUU77ZMI/AAAAAAAABYY/7fcMAHI2BdU/s1600/duo9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMrpUU77ZMI/AAAAAAAABYY/7fcMAHI2BdU/s320/duo9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533491627604796610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMrpT7HPz5I/AAAAAAAABYQ/iq5vqyDTCdc/s1600/duo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMrpT7HPz5I/AAAAAAAABYQ/iq5vqyDTCdc/s320/duo4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533491620672950162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMrpKMZJBUI/AAAAAAAABYI/Ez1Lxq2PrmQ/s1600/_-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMrpKMZJBUI/AAAAAAAABYI/Ez1Lxq2PrmQ/s320/_-38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533491453512713538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMrpJpxsiqI/AAAAAAAABYA/nsHNGO1NAaY/s1600/_-44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMrpJpxsiqI/AAAAAAAABYA/nsHNGO1NAaY/s320/_-44.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533491444220463778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMrpI4oR4hI/AAAAAAAABX4/QSTFgLGDG-E/s1600/_-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMrpI4oR4hI/AAAAAAAABX4/QSTFgLGDG-E/s320/_-17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533491431027630610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMrpIgDKa7I/AAAAAAAABXw/S1uhbavMjac/s1600/_-48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMrpIgDKa7I/AAAAAAAABXw/S1uhbavMjac/s320/_-48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533491424429501362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMrpH3t2TbI/AAAAAAAABXo/Q0AsHXSloto/s1600/_-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMrpH3t2TbI/AAAAAAAABXo/Q0AsHXSloto/s320/_-17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533491413602684338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't exactly a sequel to &lt;a href="http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-values.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post, but since some of the same folks are involved, you can think of it as a cousin. Kara's mom wanted some family pictures, so we went to....some park. It's over by Six Flags. The overcast sky was actually nice, since no one was squinting because of the sun. The hats were mom's idea. Everyone sitting at random was mine. Logan being adorable continues to be his own thing. The shot on the slide features a little bit of blur as I zoomed in, which doesn't always work out, but looks pretty cool here. Happy accident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-7214240662367115476?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7214240662367115476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-in-family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7214240662367115476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7214240662367115476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-in-family.html' title='All in the Family'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMrpUU77ZMI/AAAAAAAABYY/7fcMAHI2BdU/s72-c/duo9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-6188540289532763032</id><published>2010-10-28T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:43:05.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMmcqjflvjI/AAAAAAAABXg/me5JKSxitCg/s1600/_-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMmcqjflvjI/AAAAAAAABXg/me5JKSxitCg/s320/_-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533125872097541682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMmcqJmfbFI/AAAAAAAABXY/VGavs9Wfb0s/s1600/_-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMmcqJmfbFI/AAAAAAAABXY/VGavs9Wfb0s/s320/_-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533125865147165778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMmcoD5EB2I/AAAAAAAABXQ/dg9-__ObF8Q/s1600/_-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMmcoD5EB2I/AAAAAAAABXQ/dg9-__ObF8Q/s320/_-13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533125829254711138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, if only Brian's name was Johnny. He IS a lawyer, though, so the title is half-right. I even got to stand in a real court room for the shoot, which was kind of exciting. Turns out everything was on the opposite side of where I usually imagined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last shot is fun, if not all that relevant to what we were trying to convey. But it is a cool looking wall, so it seemed silly not to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-6188540289532763032?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6188540289532763032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/johnny-law.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6188540289532763032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6188540289532763032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/johnny-law.html' title='Johnny Law'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TMmcqjflvjI/AAAAAAAABXg/me5JKSxitCg/s72-c/_-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-1938981181138492462</id><published>2010-10-19T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T13:11:09.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TL37PPS8PUI/AAAAAAAABW0/SjeZp6F3bFw/s1600/IMG_0785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TL37PPS8PUI/AAAAAAAABW0/SjeZp6F3bFw/s320/IMG_0785.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529852156703423810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TL37OrJDaMI/AAAAAAAABWs/wG1_WFx1VLs/s1600/IMG_0780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TL37OrJDaMI/AAAAAAAABWs/wG1_WFx1VLs/s320/IMG_0780.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529852146998274242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TL37OYhUihI/AAAAAAAABWk/XrQRkX32X2E/s1600/IMG_0775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TL37OYhUihI/AAAAAAAABWk/XrQRkX32X2E/s320/IMG_0775.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529852141999786514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TL37OOxRkCI/AAAAAAAABWc/8NBS9BY45Ts/s1600/IMG_0763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TL37OOxRkCI/AAAAAAAABWc/8NBS9BY45Ts/s320/IMG_0763.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529852139382345762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the folks I saw at the ColorFest Parade in Louisiana, MO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-1938981181138492462?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1938981181138492462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-parade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1938981181138492462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1938981181138492462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-parade.html' title='On Parade'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TL37PPS8PUI/AAAAAAAABW0/SjeZp6F3bFw/s72-c/IMG_0785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-2817962278315222992</id><published>2010-10-12T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T08:49:13.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPHDZ &amp; NERDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TLSC4TeRboI/AAAAAAAABWM/QeYF56HZw0A/s1600/DSC_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TLSC4TeRboI/AAAAAAAABWM/QeYF56HZw0A/s320/DSC_0071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527186546501971586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TLSC4kZ_IvI/AAAAAAAABWU/w_yW_SwCdYY/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TLSC4kZ_IvI/AAAAAAAABWU/w_yW_SwCdYY/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527186551047398130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have authors visit the library. Sometimes I remember to get a posed picture with them while they're here. Such is the case here--Jon Scieszka up top and Michael Buckley below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with kid's authors is easier, since they seem to be inclined to be a little goofy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-2817962278315222992?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2817962278315222992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/sphdz-nerds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2817962278315222992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2817962278315222992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/sphdz-nerds.html' title='SPHDZ &amp; NERDS'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TLSC4TeRboI/AAAAAAAABWM/QeYF56HZw0A/s72-c/DSC_0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-6399868195304563649</id><published>2010-10-07T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:16:33.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TK4NgBLzriI/AAAAAAAABWA/1tIHFtTCF4k/s1600/62003_437189471891_500321891_5699998_2465775_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TK4NgBLzriI/AAAAAAAABWA/1tIHFtTCF4k/s320/62003_437189471891_500321891_5699998_2465775_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525368636555111970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TK4Nf7FMPxI/AAAAAAAABV4/89qQUlKU7PQ/s1600/61760_437189246891_500321891_5699987_7430541_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TK4Nf7FMPxI/AAAAAAAABV4/89qQUlKU7PQ/s320/61760_437189246891_500321891_5699987_7430541_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525368634916749074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited to bring my camera to the Avett Brothers concert a couple weeks ago, because they put on a heck of a show, and do lots of awesome things on stage. But the lighting was a little dimmer than I'd hoped, and I was just far enough away to require a zoom, meaning I had less aperture to work with. And it was really crowded, so it was hard to really spend time composing. So.....I do like the shot of bassist Bob Crawford, but in the end, I couldn't help but be a little let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I got some cool shots of opening act Grace Potter, so that takes some of the annoyance away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-6399868195304563649?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6399868195304563649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/head-full-of-doubtroad-full-of-promise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6399868195304563649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6399868195304563649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/head-full-of-doubtroad-full-of-promise.html' title='Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TK4NgBLzriI/AAAAAAAABWA/1tIHFtTCF4k/s72-c/62003_437189471891_500321891_5699998_2465775_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-6471639014680025356</id><published>2010-10-05T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T15:13:34.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Values</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TKuir58Tn9I/AAAAAAAABVw/YWG6I9gARsA/s1600/_DSC0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TKuir58Tn9I/AAAAAAAABVw/YWG6I9gARsA/s320/_DSC0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524688243071885266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TKuirq45LMI/AAAAAAAABVo/thKcVZQUXoM/s1600/_DSC0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TKuirq45LMI/AAAAAAAABVo/thKcVZQUXoM/s320/_DSC0038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524688239031037122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These must be teasers, since the intention was to take "family" pictures, and, well, it's mostly just Logan. Kara and Karl are there, true, but being out of focus or cut off below the waist doesn't really count. But I think a second session is in order, which will allow for more time in daylight. So perhaps after that, or just when I have some more time, I'll post extra stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-6471639014680025356?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6471639014680025356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-values.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6471639014680025356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6471639014680025356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-values.html' title='Family Values'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TKuir58Tn9I/AAAAAAAABVw/YWG6I9gARsA/s72-c/_DSC0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-3746309933084219857</id><published>2010-09-29T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T09:59:58.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressed to at least the eights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TKNwFb-mlcI/AAAAAAAABVg/hU5erHmTaJg/s1600/tux+patrol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TKNwFb-mlcI/AAAAAAAABVg/hU5erHmTaJg/s320/tux+patrol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522380806798349762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that since the phrase is "dressed to the nines," the originator of said phrase must have been including zero as an option, because it doesn't make much sense to me to leave ten off as an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I could look into the phrase's origins, but I don't feel like it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a big ol' fundraiser at work over the weekend. I believe a tux wasn't required, but if you've got one, why not bust it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-3746309933084219857?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3746309933084219857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/09/dressed-to-at-least-eights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3746309933084219857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3746309933084219857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/09/dressed-to-at-least-eights.html' title='Dressed to at least the eights'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TKNwFb-mlcI/AAAAAAAABVg/hU5erHmTaJg/s72-c/tux+patrol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-2282978720816642994</id><published>2010-09-21T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T07:03:24.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJi6obuueaI/AAAAAAAABVY/_twf4sTiHCQ/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJi6obuueaI/AAAAAAAABVY/_twf4sTiHCQ/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519366547143817634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJi6n0w9qxI/AAAAAAAABVQ/2hurPc7oBas/s1600/_DSC0597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJi6n0w9qxI/AAAAAAAABVQ/2hurPc7oBas/s320/_DSC0597.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519366536684219154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJi6nWYQAxI/AAAAAAAABVI/mzELVfB1L3Q/s1600/_DSC0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJi6nWYQAxI/AAAAAAAABVI/mzELVfB1L3Q/s320/_DSC0477.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519366528527500050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJi6nJnU_cI/AAAAAAAABVA/mCbfsgnBqNE/s1600/_DSC0469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJi6nJnU_cI/AAAAAAAABVA/mCbfsgnBqNE/s320/_DSC0469.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519366525101080002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJi6mwtFMJI/AAAAAAAABU4/3e2e5uVepnE/s1600/_DSC0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJi6mwtFMJI/AAAAAAAABU4/3e2e5uVepnE/s320/_DSC0463.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519366518414323858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about a month or two, so I think it's time to check in and see what Natalie is up to, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Still adorable. Okay. I'm glad we took the time to look in on the situation. I should note that she kept taking the hat off, so it was clear she wanted no association with such a lackluster baseball team (quick, get her a Cyclones hat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second shot, looking through the back of a park bench is one of my favorite things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-2282978720816642994?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2282978720816642994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/09/cute-overload.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2282978720816642994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2282978720816642994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/09/cute-overload.html' title='Cute Overload'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJi6obuueaI/AAAAAAAABVY/_twf4sTiHCQ/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-5714449789991796496</id><published>2010-09-20T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:11:56.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artemis Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJgF4sD6G-I/AAAAAAAABUI/FluI3R9zfFI/s1600/colfer45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJgF4sD6G-I/AAAAAAAABUI/FluI3R9zfFI/s320/colfer45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519167814800907234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJgF4fVVk_I/AAAAAAAABUA/LYglzJBq7TY/s1600/colfer39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJgF4fVVk_I/AAAAAAAABUA/LYglzJBq7TY/s320/colfer39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519167811384349682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJgF3xxEHnI/AAAAAAAABT4/PPNBLWZxLHg/s1600/colfer22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJgF3xxEHnI/AAAAAAAABT4/PPNBLWZxLHg/s320/colfer22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519167799152615026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exceptionally hilarious Eoin Colfer was at HQ on Friday night, promoting the newest entry in his Artemis Fowl series. It was presented as a talk show, complete with an opening monologue. That was followed by an interview with the ubiquitous Ridley Pearson, and then another interview with Mr. Artemis Fowl himself, who, due to his demeanor and outfit, made me think of Matrix-related jokes all night. I never did come up with a good one, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-5714449789991796496?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5714449789991796496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/09/artemis-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5714449789991796496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5714449789991796496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/09/artemis-rocks.html' title='Artemis Rocks'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJgF4sD6G-I/AAAAAAAABUI/FluI3R9zfFI/s72-c/colfer45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-7788904194569553140</id><published>2010-09-20T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:08:39.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One READ to Rule Them All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJgFK4Nf16I/AAAAAAAABTw/U18jf6aRDfw/s1600/leela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJgFK4Nf16I/AAAAAAAABTw/U18jf6aRDfw/s320/leela.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519167027788371874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our teen volunteers one an award...I forget what it is, exactly, but the Powers That Be at work thought doing a READ poster with her would be a good idea. So I met with Leela, who, besides being awesomely named, brought a very nice set of LotR books. So it was a win-win for all of us involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaning towards using this picture for the poster, but haven't fully made up my mind yet. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-7788904194569553140?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7788904194569553140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-read-to-rule-them-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7788904194569553140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7788904194569553140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-read-to-rule-them-all.html' title='One READ to Rule Them All'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TJgFK4Nf16I/AAAAAAAABTw/U18jf6aRDfw/s72-c/leela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-6449109325025799163</id><published>2010-09-13T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T11:27:13.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Glory of the Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TI5s0vb5NkI/AAAAAAAABTo/ur7wdS9feNo/s1600/4985600292_b6860d34a1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TI5s0vb5NkI/AAAAAAAABTo/ur7wdS9feNo/s320/4985600292_b6860d34a1_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516466246917895746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe, but I took a lot of pictures at the Ohio Cup Labor Day weekend. So rather than choosing 4-5 favorites, I picked one, and will let you go see the rest at your leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-6449109325025799163?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6449109325025799163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-glory-of-game.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6449109325025799163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6449109325025799163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-glory-of-game.html' title='For the Glory of the Game'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TI5s0vb5NkI/AAAAAAAABTo/ur7wdS9feNo/s72-c/4985600292_b6860d34a1_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-3623393165637426178</id><published>2010-08-31T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:50:14.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Westward Expansion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qq331kZI/AAAAAAAABTY/8MgV5hJvCSc/s1600/4896517776_5c1b7dfa1d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qq331kZI/AAAAAAAABTY/8MgV5hJvCSc/s320/4896517776_5c1b7dfa1d_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511678803756552594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qqqTiHnI/AAAAAAAABTQ/AMPZlzzHIvw/s1600/4896146652_70d518c184_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qqqTiHnI/AAAAAAAABTQ/AMPZlzzHIvw/s320/4896146652_70d518c184_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511678800114622066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qqDRD7nI/AAAAAAAABTI/cpW1jiXQrfY/s1600/4896137284_46d37466ab_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qqDRD7nI/AAAAAAAABTI/cpW1jiXQrfY/s320/4896137284_46d37466ab_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511678789635272306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qj9QM3WI/AAAAAAAABTA/N_Ys-SqfUec/s1600/4895906963_e9efcb33c0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qj9QM3WI/AAAAAAAABTA/N_Ys-SqfUec/s320/4895906963_e9efcb33c0_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511678684941835618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qjb8XZ4I/AAAAAAAABS4/Md9NmAcETjQ/s1600/4895742568_00d0c6b144_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qjb8XZ4I/AAAAAAAABS4/Md9NmAcETjQ/s320/4895742568_00d0c6b144_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511678676000270210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qjHY7QyI/AAAAAAAABSw/aLbpspSOoQg/s1600/4895573612_6e759371a6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qjHY7QyI/AAAAAAAABSw/aLbpspSOoQg/s320/4895573612_6e759371a6_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511678670482916130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qiqibj8I/AAAAAAAABSo/kA_9BiEq7IY/s1600/4895128399_e9ac6d0b6f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qiqibj8I/AAAAAAAABSo/kA_9BiEq7IY/s320/4895128399_e9ac6d0b6f_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511678662738153410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qiBF0h0I/AAAAAAAABSg/pKl3XGyeSEc/s1600/4895042463_9b40cba43a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qiBF0h0I/AAAAAAAABSg/pKl3XGyeSEc/s320/4895042463_9b40cba43a_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511678651612301122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that my trip out west would yield some awesome nature shots (which it did), but not necessarily a lot of cool people shots. Well it appears I was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily, in this case. There were, as you might expect, a LOT of pictures, though not all with people. You know where to go for the rest of them, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-3623393165637426178?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3623393165637426178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/08/westward-expansion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3623393165637426178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3623393165637426178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/08/westward-expansion.html' title='Westward Expansion'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1qq331kZI/AAAAAAAABTY/8MgV5hJvCSc/s72-c/4896517776_5c1b7dfa1d_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-6573778865232243066</id><published>2010-08-31T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:27:07.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Trained</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1lBlwLaSI/AAAAAAAABSY/KJdKrhQu9Ks/s1600/DSC_0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1lBlwLaSI/AAAAAAAABSY/KJdKrhQu9Ks/s320/DSC_0224.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511672596959815970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1lBNz8nqI/AAAAAAAABSQ/yNe8NRht4JI/s1600/DSC_0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1lBNz8nqI/AAAAAAAABSQ/yNe8NRht4JI/s320/DSC_0231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511672590533172898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1lAcBKXII/AAAAAAAABSI/XRBa8zR_5ls/s1600/DSC_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1lAcBKXII/AAAAAAAABSI/XRBa8zR_5ls/s320/DSC_0199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511672577166826626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dave. Dave gets to drive a train. And I'm only a little jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were taken back in May, and, because I'm kinda lazy sometimes, these are just now seeing the light of day. But it was a total geeking-out experience for me, since, well, I have an affinity for trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is often the case these days, more shots are up at flickr. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-6573778865232243066?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6573778865232243066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/08/well-trained.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6573778865232243066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6573778865232243066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/08/well-trained.html' title='Well Trained'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TH1lBlwLaSI/AAAAAAAABSY/KJdKrhQu9Ks/s72-c/DSC_0224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-5452229236455051569</id><published>2010-08-16T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T10:53:10.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-gether</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TGl6Ii6aR8I/AAAAAAAABSA/TZz9s_mKTM0/s1600/4883525654_63209e6aec_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TGl6Ii6aR8I/AAAAAAAABSA/TZz9s_mKTM0/s320/4883525654_63209e6aec_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506066306666481602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TGl6Ia1rfYI/AAAAAAAABR4/IqmkiyhzUMQ/s1600/4883526570_3bbf7fd2c1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TGl6Ia1rfYI/AAAAAAAABR4/IqmkiyhzUMQ/s320/4883526570_3bbf7fd2c1_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506066304499154306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TGl6HQaeJPI/AAAAAAAABRw/06ahRGoqa1Y/s1600/4883526454_671d54f7f4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TGl6HQaeJPI/AAAAAAAABRw/06ahRGoqa1Y/s320/4883526454_671d54f7f4_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506066284520809714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TGl6G545TSI/AAAAAAAABRo/DpR0N93efcg/s1600/4883525532_8a48dd8d5d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TGl6G545TSI/AAAAAAAABRo/DpR0N93efcg/s320/4883525532_8a48dd8d5d_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506066278474403106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original point of this little endeavor was to replicate &lt;a href="http://www.pastemagazine.com/blogs/festivus/2009/02/05/an_education_nick_hornby.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; shot, which I saw, and rather liked. And Jackie and Jake were the first two people I thought of. So I was glad when they were willing to help out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is just for fun, and I think it all turned out really nice. What you can't tell from the pictures is that it was about 8 million degrees outside, with about 99% humidity. So there was lots of sweat-wiping between shots. They were troopers about it, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, more shots over at flickr, along with a few hundred shots from my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-5452229236455051569?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5452229236455051569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-gether.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5452229236455051569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5452229236455051569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-gether.html' title='Two-gether'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TGl6Ii6aR8I/AAAAAAAABSA/TZz9s_mKTM0/s72-c/4883525654_63209e6aec_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-8743885472062828012</id><published>2010-07-27T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T07:47:00.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitched or: I'm Not Going Back Jim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE7xCklrb0I/AAAAAAAABRc/CRWfE4CgZ9E/s1600/_-173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE7xCklrb0I/AAAAAAAABRc/CRWfE4CgZ9E/s320/_-173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498597221549698882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE7w9gIIZvI/AAAAAAAABRU/lotInm2z0PM/s1600/_-277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE7w9gIIZvI/AAAAAAAABRU/lotInm2z0PM/s320/_-277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498597134452680434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE7w9XGx4zI/AAAAAAAABRM/IZ0FN_2fDxE/s1600/_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE7w9XGx4zI/AAAAAAAABRM/IZ0FN_2fDxE/s320/_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498597132031091506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE7w8_qPs2I/AAAAAAAABRE/pQZVpej08BM/s1600/_-265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE7w8_qPs2I/AAAAAAAABRE/pQZVpej08BM/s320/_-265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498597125737395042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE7w8T9psdI/AAAAAAAABQ8/BFfHlMRipOU/s1600/_-214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE7w8T9psdI/AAAAAAAABQ8/BFfHlMRipOU/s320/_-214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498597114007630290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE7w7x53aaI/AAAAAAAABQ0/pqbkmxEeNyE/s1600/_-124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE7w7x53aaI/AAAAAAAABQ0/pqbkmxEeNyE/s320/_-124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498597104864946594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends Anthony and Karen got married a few weeks ago, and as you might guess, I was there to document it all for posterity. Many many shots, so these are just some highlights. I probably don't need to tell you where to do to see the rest by now, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the subject, well, it makes sense to me, and it's pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-8743885472062828012?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8743885472062828012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/hitched-or-im-not-going-back-jim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8743885472062828012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8743885472062828012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/hitched-or-im-not-going-back-jim.html' title='Hitched or: I&apos;m Not Going Back Jim!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE7xCklrb0I/AAAAAAAABRc/CRWfE4CgZ9E/s72-c/_-173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-5694021831497778877</id><published>2010-07-26T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:17:08.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up in Flames</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE20ss6XgZI/AAAAAAAABQs/xIlOKUEMG5A/s1600/_-63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE20ss6XgZI/AAAAAAAABQs/xIlOKUEMG5A/s320/_-63.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498249400152457618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have more pictures of Juggling Jeff (and others) up before I leave on vacation this week, but just in case that doesn't happen, I wanted to get this picture up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the heat waves in the vicinity of the torches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-5694021831497778877?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5694021831497778877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/up-in-flames.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5694021831497778877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5694021831497778877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/up-in-flames.html' title='Up in Flames'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TE20ss6XgZI/AAAAAAAABQs/xIlOKUEMG5A/s72-c/_-63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-1254753448064480141</id><published>2010-07-19T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:35:51.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Cleverly Titled Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TERwTYo1CXI/AAAAAAAABQk/2yCGquAenRs/s1600/4806707426_f9b2d78a41_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TERwTYo1CXI/AAAAAAAABQk/2yCGquAenRs/s320/4806707426_f9b2d78a41_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495640923632372082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Andrew (right) joined up with a rockabilly group called the Bible Belt Sinners. I got to see them play over the weekend, and they put on a fine show. More shots up over at ye olde flickr page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TERwS-2oU9I/AAAAAAAABQc/Maw6OB0FrsU/s1600/4775532257_9cf7e6269a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TERwS-2oU9I/AAAAAAAABQc/Maw6OB0FrsU/s320/4775532257_9cf7e6269a_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495640916710937554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TERwSJH0RQI/AAAAAAAABQU/GOWwb-b1WrE/s1600/4775532255_2732902a87_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TERwSJH0RQI/AAAAAAAABQU/GOWwb-b1WrE/s320/4775532255_2732902a87_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495640902287508738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some shots of my coworker's son, Austin, awhile ago. Maybe a month? I forget. Lots of goofiness went on, as maybe the second shot(s) illustrates. As for the first one, I don't know. He said that we "should do the heart thing," or words to that effect, so it makes me think it might be something the kids today are all doing. I'm out of touch with the kids these days, so who knows. I like the way it looks here, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-1254753448064480141?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1254753448064480141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/non-cleverly-titled-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1254753448064480141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1254753448064480141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/non-cleverly-titled-update.html' title='Non-Cleverly Titled Update'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TERwTYo1CXI/AAAAAAAABQk/2yCGquAenRs/s72-c/4806707426_f9b2d78a41_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-3085178790099860361</id><published>2010-07-06T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T07:55:19.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash the Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TDNDxIcbS7I/AAAAAAAABP0/xKVZuFAsyjs/s1600/DSC_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TDNDxIcbS7I/AAAAAAAABP0/xKVZuFAsyjs/s320/DSC_0088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490806882054130610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TDNDwgqbUeI/AAAAAAAABPs/JkaZYdVndxY/s1600/DSC_0848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TDNDwgqbUeI/AAAAAAAABPs/JkaZYdVndxY/s320/DSC_0848.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490806871375434210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TDNDvTnLNvI/AAAAAAAABPk/pRYr4AyIXNw/s1600/DSC_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TDNDvTnLNvI/AAAAAAAABPk/pRYr4AyIXNw/s320/DSC_0183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490806850692265714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TDNDu4W5yUI/AAAAAAAABPc/2G3CZLL5xi4/s1600/DSC_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TDNDu4W5yUI/AAAAAAAABPc/2G3CZLL5xi4/s320/DSC_0091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490806843376257346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TDNDto_EEXI/AAAAAAAABPU/0T2p51QqLLE/s1600/DSC_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TDNDto_EEXI/AAAAAAAABPU/0T2p51QqLLE/s320/DSC_0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490806822069866866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'd never heard of this little off-shoot of wedding photography until my friend Sarah mentioned she'd liked me to help her out with it. So I looked into it, and was very excited about the shoot. From what I saw, some brides will really go to town, and get their dresses really messed up. So I guess there's no chance they'll be reusing them at any point. Sarah didn't get too crazy, but it was still lots of fun. People at the CityGarden were good about staying out of our way, and much to my surprise, only a couple people asked if she was already married (this was after we were in the fountains). It was pretty darn hot that day, so her dress dried off really quick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting note--I shot about as much in a few hours here as I might have for a full wedding. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more shots over on flickr, so be sure to hop over there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-3085178790099860361?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3085178790099860361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/trash-dress.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3085178790099860361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3085178790099860361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/trash-dress.html' title='Trash the Dress'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TDNDxIcbS7I/AAAAAAAABP0/xKVZuFAsyjs/s72-c/DSC_0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-73997009848028215</id><published>2010-06-16T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T07:28:31.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on Rollin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TBjfYmz8TgI/AAAAAAAABPI/_MenuaGUmGM/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TBjfYmz8TgI/AAAAAAAABPI/_MenuaGUmGM/s320/22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483378160151842306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TBjfYH7Tn5I/AAAAAAAABPA/UMTcGp8Sn_I/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TBjfYH7Tn5I/AAAAAAAABPA/UMTcGp8Sn_I/s320/16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483378151861231506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added another batch of head shots to the GateKeepers set on my flickr page. Go check 'em out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-73997009848028215?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/73997009848028215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/06/keep-on-rollin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/73997009848028215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/73997009848028215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/06/keep-on-rollin.html' title='Keep on Rollin&apos;'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TBjfYmz8TgI/AAAAAAAABPI/_MenuaGUmGM/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-2255773171795874373</id><published>2010-06-09T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T06:49:26.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huzzah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TA-bsArNGFI/AAAAAAAABO4/wqJ8saw3SV4/s1600/31128_403498741891_500321891_4848841_862604_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TA-bsArNGFI/AAAAAAAABO4/wqJ8saw3SV4/s320/31128_403498741891_500321891_4848841_862604_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480770451930945618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for more pictures from the 2010 Shepard Barclay Tournament?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're up on my flickr page, so head over there. Now! Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-2255773171795874373?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2255773171795874373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/06/huzzah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2255773171795874373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2255773171795874373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/06/huzzah.html' title='Huzzah!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TA-bsArNGFI/AAAAAAAABO4/wqJ8saw3SV4/s72-c/31128_403498741891_500321891_4848841_862604_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-8371893323695124329</id><published>2010-05-31T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:34:45.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolly Green and a Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TASNEx2-3pI/AAAAAAAABOw/TcYWo3bQKQI/s1600/DSC_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TASNEx2-3pI/AAAAAAAABOw/TcYWo3bQKQI/s320/DSC_0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477658160032308882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TASNEpDJzGI/AAAAAAAABOo/aT7lxt82384/s1600/DSC_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TASNEpDJzGI/AAAAAAAABOo/aT7lxt82384/s320/DSC_0611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477658157667437666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I think "Jolly Green and the Teasers" would be a good name for a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways--I can't talk much about the second shot. Well, I CAN, but I'm opting not to. I'll try and have the rest of the shots up in a few days, but rest assured, it was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can, however, talk about the first shot, which I took during the shoot that produced the second shot. Apparently the kid was part of a group on vacation from....California, I think, and they decided it would be fun to rent that suit and, well, go to town with it, I guess. I can't imagine it was very comfortable, what with it being many hot degrees on Saturday, but to each his own, I guess. There's something creepy about not really seeing anything in the face beyond vague features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you COULD see, though, was....his package (if you get my drift) rather prominently framed in the suit. The less said about that, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-8371893323695124329?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8371893323695124329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/jolly-green-and-teaser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8371893323695124329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8371893323695124329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/jolly-green-and-teaser.html' title='Jolly Green and a Teaser'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/TASNEx2-3pI/AAAAAAAABOw/TcYWo3bQKQI/s72-c/DSC_0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-3385139368532758764</id><published>2010-05-25T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T06:51:10.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds and Sods</title><content type='html'>Lots going on at work lately. Let's take a peek, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_vUrDft2eI/AAAAAAAABOQ/JKPdHsF-Tr8/s1600/slim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_vUrDft2eI/AAAAAAAABOQ/JKPdHsF-Tr8/s320/slim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475203608136767970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pennsylvania Slim stopped by and played the blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_vUc8JVRZI/AAAAAAAABOA/7QIYBKT1Zq8/s1600/lb27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_vUc8JVRZI/AAAAAAAABOA/7QIYBKT1Zq8/s320/lb27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475203365645665682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura Bush stopped by for a night. That was kinda cool. I got cleared by the Secret Service, which was pretty righteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_vUcsXOtMI/AAAAAAAABN4/t2vcwITGifM/s1600/DSC_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_vUcsXOtMI/AAAAAAAABN4/t2vcwITGifM/s320/DSC_0144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475203361408988354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trout Fishing in America was here for a concert. Shades of Zeppelin, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_vUbwCP4nI/AAAAAAAABNo/DqKpgxwz1pU/s1600/DSC_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_vUbwCP4nI/AAAAAAAABNo/DqKpgxwz1pU/s320/DSC_0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475203345214857842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen author Melissa Marr was here, and I finally got a chance to have an author pose for me. We both really liked this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_vUdZrE7dI/AAAAAAAABOI/2nQDIty_XI4/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_vUdZrE7dI/AAAAAAAABOI/2nQDIty_XI4/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475203373571829202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, please say hello to my new favorite person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I added a few new things to my flickr site, so be sure to stop by for a look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-3385139368532758764?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3385139368532758764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/odds-and-sods.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3385139368532758764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3385139368532758764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/odds-and-sods.html' title='Odds and Sods'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_vUrDft2eI/AAAAAAAABOQ/JKPdHsF-Tr8/s72-c/slim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-3209329032171014604</id><published>2010-05-16T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:36:49.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Framed! Pt. 3: Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_C4ahxre2I/AAAAAAAABNQ/Db6s1gfuHME/s1600/frame1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_C4ahxre2I/AAAAAAAABNQ/Db6s1gfuHME/s320/frame1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472076313138002786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_C4a74t4II/AAAAAAAABNY/lXC6fhwxdqQ/s1600/frame3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_C4a74t4II/AAAAAAAABNY/lXC6fhwxdqQ/s320/frame3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472076320146841730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_C4nD4zWyI/AAAAAAAABNg/L859KWCZiUM/s1600/frame4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_C4nD4zWyI/AAAAAAAABNg/L859KWCZiUM/s320/frame4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472076528453114658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_C4aLOAuyI/AAAAAAAABNI/HUeEDka4U58/s1600/mirror2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_C4aLOAuyI/AAAAAAAABNI/HUeEDka4U58/s320/mirror2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472076307082820386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_C4Z_J86MI/AAAAAAAABNA/mKSFkDhs_a8/s1600/mirror4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_C4Z_J86MI/AAAAAAAABNA/mKSFkDhs_a8/s320/mirror4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472076303844567234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_C4ZicnuQI/AAAAAAAABM4/rGJPOHqdE7g/s1600/mirror5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_C4ZicnuQI/AAAAAAAABM4/rGJPOHqdE7g/s320/mirror5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472076296138242306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite prop, the frame, makes a return after a long hiatus. I visited friends Kevin b/w Lindy in Springfield a couple weeks ago, and brought it along for the ride. I really like the "on the shoulders" bit in the first shot--they came up with that while I was staring off into space for a few minutes. The second one captures the idea I had in my head, that the frame is a self-contained world, and people always want out. Or something like that. Number three is fun--Kevin does not approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror? Well, it was along because I thought it would be cool. And it is, but trying to keep myself out of the way is no small feat. I think it gave them much amusement to see me contorting myself in all manners to stay clear. I think it worked out well in the end, and I imagine it'll pop up again before all is said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-3209329032171014604?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3209329032171014604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/framed-pt3-reflections.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3209329032171014604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3209329032171014604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/framed-pt3-reflections.html' title='Framed! Pt. 3: Reflections'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S_C4ahxre2I/AAAAAAAABNQ/Db6s1gfuHME/s72-c/frame1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-7414777169871246312</id><published>2010-05-10T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:08:25.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once, Twice, Three, Four Times a Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S-gyRTWkN4I/AAAAAAAABMw/yP2kIg1OYH0/s1600/multi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S-gyRTWkN4I/AAAAAAAABMw/yP2kIg1OYH0/s320/multi4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469677020275554178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S-gyRAGYTEI/AAAAAAAABMo/SYnlwtCDGrE/s1600/multi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S-gyRAGYTEI/AAAAAAAABMo/SYnlwtCDGrE/s320/multi3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469677015107390530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S-gyQtQDD7I/AAAAAAAABMg/5N70AiP7Zwk/s1600/multi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S-gyQtQDD7I/AAAAAAAABMg/5N70AiP7Zwk/s320/multi2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469677010047668146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S-gyP_pAdJI/AAAAAAAABMY/_fiIPgcofCw/s1600/multi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S-gyP_pAdJI/AAAAAAAABMY/_fiIPgcofCw/s320/multi1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469676997804323986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well these have been sitting on my hard drive for awhile--look at the snow! I saw this little technique online and thought it looked like good fun. With a little bit of Photoshop magic, you can blend multiple exposures together and wind up with something crazy like this. The trick is, of course, that the camera can't move, or the backgrounds won't quite match up. You can sort of see it in the first shot over on the right, where the bench is in two places. Bridget is doing a bit of yoga there, along with some other stuff. I think, in the center pose, I might have told her to look that way. My memory is hazy. The last image was, in my mind, a given for this sort of thing. I like the swing shot, where it appears that she's talking with herself whilst swinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update: I just noticed some God-awful Photoshop leftovers on the swing shot. Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-7414777169871246312?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7414777169871246312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/once-twice-three-four-times-lady.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7414777169871246312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7414777169871246312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/once-twice-three-four-times-lady.html' title='Once, Twice, Three, Four Times a Lady'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S-gyRTWkN4I/AAAAAAAABMw/yP2kIg1OYH0/s72-c/multi4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-8373925899331194054</id><published>2010-05-02T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:33:21.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghaied!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S95R0pSebFI/AAAAAAAABMQ/JYDhWmZPO2I/s1600/lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S95R0pSebFI/AAAAAAAABMQ/JYDhWmZPO2I/s320/lily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466896962552753234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milking this derby shoot for all it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai Lily. Retired skater, formerly of the M-80s, and, ah, a little vocal about on-track proceedings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a complaint, just an observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-8373925899331194054?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8373925899331194054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/shanghaied.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8373925899331194054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8373925899331194054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/shanghaied.html' title='Shanghaied!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S95R0pSebFI/AAAAAAAABMQ/JYDhWmZPO2I/s72-c/lily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-1871033623395560353</id><published>2010-04-25T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:29:33.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S9Tr3UBkU7I/AAAAAAAABMI/4BE7wItmJTM/s1600/boom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S9Tr3UBkU7I/AAAAAAAABMI/4BE7wItmJTM/s320/boom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464251583407870898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; this shot is the last in the unintentional theme of destruction (which is almost a good name for a band). Another shot from the derby a few weeks ago. I don't think this feller's name is Archibald, but it's written on his costume. And as far as I can tell, he's the mascot for the M-80s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another shot where he actually posed for me, but I think this one turned out far more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-1871033623395560353?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1871033623395560353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/boom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1871033623395560353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1871033623395560353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/boom.html' title='Boom!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S9Tr3UBkU7I/AAAAAAAABMI/4BE7wItmJTM/s72-c/boom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-8517710798520785226</id><published>2010-04-20T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T08:48:56.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrecking Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S83MOa7jZHI/AAAAAAAABMA/RcOtmbGi1qE/s1600/wreckingbill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S83MOa7jZHI/AAAAAAAABMA/RcOtmbGi1qE/s320/wreckingbill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462246471189619826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot from the ARRG bout a couple weeks ago. Also, it seems to fit nicely with last week. From Demolition Dan to Wrecking Bill, I've got a weird little theme going here. Maybe a shot of Peter Gabriel next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my eyes out for a biker for a long while now, but wasn't having much luck until I saw Bill out with his bike while I was standing in line. What you can't see in the picture is the built-in green light on the bike's bottom. Oh well. This shot does offer a nice look at the detailing on the bike handles and his really boss helmet, complete with spikes. So it evens out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-8517710798520785226?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8517710798520785226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/wrecking-bill.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8517710798520785226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8517710798520785226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/wrecking-bill.html' title='Wrecking Bill'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S83MOa7jZHI/AAAAAAAABMA/RcOtmbGi1qE/s72-c/wreckingbill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-2690628526455280424</id><published>2010-04-12T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:49:48.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S8NAfAiutyI/AAAAAAAABL4/fHo3kJfTDC4/s1600/demo+dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S8NAfAiutyI/AAAAAAAABL4/fHo3kJfTDC4/s320/demo+dan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459278074768963362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.archrivalrollergirls.com/"&gt;ARRG&lt;/a&gt; bout on Saturday night, and while my shots of the bout itself were only so-so, I did get some nice shots of people before, during, and after to use. So I have a few of those to tide me over for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll start off with Demolition Dan, bench coach for the Stunt Devils. Sadly, his 'hawk was not as elaborate as I've seen it in the past, but I'm not really going to complain. Considering I had about 2 minutes tops to get this shot, I think it turned out pretty well. It's nice when people know exactly what facial expression works for the way they look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-2690628526455280424?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2690628526455280424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/blow-it-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2690628526455280424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2690628526455280424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/blow-it-up.html' title='Blow It Up'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S8NAfAiutyI/AAAAAAAABL4/fHo3kJfTDC4/s72-c/demo+dan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-7378963098373799695</id><published>2010-04-05T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:34:22.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkitoutcheckitoutcheckitout</title><content type='html'>www.davemoorephotography.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newly designed, updated, expanded and all that. It looks far better than it has in awhile, and I highly encourage everyone to stop by and let me know what you think. Then tell your friends, family, enemies, and that guy down the street you only see every once in awhile that if they need pictures, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-7378963098373799695?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7378963098373799695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/checkitoutcheckitoutcheckitout.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7378963098373799695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7378963098373799695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/checkitoutcheckitoutcheckitout.html' title='Checkitoutcheckitoutcheckitout'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-67832550134038642</id><published>2010-03-30T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:16:54.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Services</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S7JpisVOLdI/AAAAAAAABLw/_80-Iex0yKw/s1600/4473968894_9e14e53765_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S7JpisVOLdI/AAAAAAAABLw/_80-Iex0yKw/s320/4473968894_9e14e53765_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454538143435730386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S7Jph-zvsWI/AAAAAAAABLo/JPAwNtI0xsQ/s1600/4473927922_8c3652a88b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S7Jph-zvsWI/AAAAAAAABLo/JPAwNtI0xsQ/s320/4473927922_8c3652a88b_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454538131215724898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S7JphRtM3QI/AAAAAAAABLg/4fcxIUym1rs/s1600/4473209363_19e0085613_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S7JphRtM3QI/AAAAAAAABLg/4fcxIUym1rs/s320/4473209363_19e0085613_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454538119108680962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S7JpgoIwZjI/AAAAAAAABLY/0lPAGTqY9Kg/s1600/4473191091_59a2f43d75_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S7JpgoIwZjI/AAAAAAAABLY/0lPAGTqY9Kg/s320/4473191091_59a2f43d75_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454538107949966898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S7JpgLzbrtI/AAAAAAAABLQ/TmEQletR32s/s1600/4473168225_9cfe23847f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S7JpgLzbrtI/AAAAAAAABLQ/TmEQletR32s/s320/4473168225_9cfe23847f_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454538100344336082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned from this shoot: MoBot will charge you a pretty penny to go in and do pictures of people, as opposed to the plants. But Tower Grove Park is close, and works as a suitable alternative. Photoshop can, with a few adjustments, make pictures taken on a gray day look almost appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my cousin, Maria. I took far more than what you see here, and I actually took some that one could use as a senior picture. But those aren't nearly as interesting as these, so they aren't here. Sorry. I should note that the glasses she's wearing are mine. Both of us were blind, so it's nice to have auto-focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-67832550134038642?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/67832550134038642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/03/senior-services.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/67832550134038642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/67832550134038642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/03/senior-services.html' title='Senior Services'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S7JpisVOLdI/AAAAAAAABLw/_80-Iex0yKw/s72-c/4473968894_9e14e53765_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-2554803762039260450</id><published>2010-03-22T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:28:33.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S6hC1XCySkI/AAAAAAAABLI/tfhA1SOtlcs/s1600-h/natalie8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S6hC1XCySkI/AAAAAAAABLI/tfhA1SOtlcs/s320/natalie8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451680833418185282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S6hC1LJcMrI/AAAAAAAABLA/IAO_oLnegTg/s1600-h/natalie6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S6hC1LJcMrI/AAAAAAAABLA/IAO_oLnegTg/s320/natalie6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451680830224872114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S6hC0uyLl0I/AAAAAAAABK4/BmOqNOn-H1M/s1600-h/natalie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S6hC0uyLl0I/AAAAAAAABK4/BmOqNOn-H1M/s320/natalie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451680822611121986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S6hC0La5f1I/AAAAAAAABKw/ReH86keCv3E/s1600-h/natalie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S6hC0La5f1I/AAAAAAAABKw/ReH86keCv3E/s320/natalie1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451680813118226258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I've learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-babies are always cute&lt;br /&gt;-babies are kinda squirmy&lt;br /&gt;-pacifiers may not always do what their name implies&lt;br /&gt;-babies will almost always reduce intelligent adults to nonsense speakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not complaints, of course, just observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's Natalie, by the by)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-2554803762039260450?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2554803762039260450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/03/pride-and-joy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2554803762039260450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2554803762039260450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/03/pride-and-joy.html' title='Pride and Joy'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S6hC1XCySkI/AAAAAAAABLI/tfhA1SOtlcs/s72-c/natalie8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-576211543689126400</id><published>2010-03-14T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:53:10.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds and Sods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S52uaZkuLnI/AAAAAAAABKo/lQksMAnyGz4/s1600-h/james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S52uaZkuLnI/AAAAAAAABKo/lQksMAnyGz4/s320/james.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448702892752907890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S52uaDq80iI/AAAAAAAABKg/lNiceAJ8iH4/s1600-h/IMG_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S52uaDq80iI/AAAAAAAABKg/lNiceAJ8iH4/s320/IMG_0612.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448702886873453090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this pretty much marks the end of the unused pictures I have sitting around. Thankfully, I have some stuff to shoot this week (and I still have an old shoot to edit. so I sort of lied). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first shot was really unexpected--I was in Clayton doing the second framed session, and this feller (James was his name) saw what we were doing and was really excited about the notion of getting in on the fun. I remember his lady-friend thinking he was being really goofy, but clearly, he didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the name of the guy in shot number two, but I do like his license plate. He was sitting just ahead of me in the U2 line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-576211543689126400?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/576211543689126400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/03/odds-and-sods.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/576211543689126400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/576211543689126400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/03/odds-and-sods.html' title='Odds and Sods'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S52uaZkuLnI/AAAAAAAABKo/lQksMAnyGz4/s72-c/james.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-635292476336660492</id><published>2010-03-07T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:09:07.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is but a dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S5SUIHmsijI/AAAAAAAABKY/SRM0T--zeLg/s1600-h/kayak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S5SUIHmsijI/AAAAAAAABKY/SRM0T--zeLg/s320/kayak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446140716598987314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy days and bleah weather make for fewer shoots lately. I do have something from a few weeks ago, but haven't sat down to work on it. Also hope to have some new shoots in the coming weeks. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, enjoy this shot of a guy in a kayak from Creve Coeur Lake I shot last summer in honor of the warmth this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-635292476336660492?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/635292476336660492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-but-dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/635292476336660492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/635292476336660492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-but-dream.html' title='Life is but a dream...'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S5SUIHmsijI/AAAAAAAABKY/SRM0T--zeLg/s72-c/kayak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-4411149533776281487</id><published>2010-02-21T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:23:30.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S4ITyAUIheI/AAAAAAAABKQ/FbZAoCXJzcs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S4ITyAUIheI/AAAAAAAABKQ/FbZAoCXJzcs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440933049615812066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S4ITxzwEzEI/AAAAAAAABKI/5caJJfPiBw0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S4ITxzwEzEI/AAAAAAAABKI/5caJJfPiBw0/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440933046243347522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S4ITxVsAt8I/AAAAAAAABKA/V9CXXzxj7Ic/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S4ITxVsAt8I/AAAAAAAABKA/V9CXXzxj7Ic/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440933038173239234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S4ITxA3wa1I/AAAAAAAABJ4/bTYcm6omQyM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S4ITxA3wa1I/AAAAAAAABJ4/bTYcm6omQyM/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440933032585358162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did these back in.....October, I think, and I'm just now posting them. Whoops. Lots of other shots along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. My coworker Jaime asked me to do some engagement pictures with her fiance Nick. So I obliged, and we had some fun shooting at the Citygarden downtown. Why it's spelled that way is beyond me. It was a brisk day, but they were kind enough to take their shoes off and go stand in the fountains for a few shots. No one got hypothermia, so all was well. The overhead shot was Jaime's idea, and I think it turned out well. The last shot was something I'd seen somewhere else and was keen on trying. I think it turned out alright, even though I forgot to hide some of the display settings. Also interesting is that the main shot is properly exposed, while the smaller image was a little over-exposed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also--scroll down for some kinda cool news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-4411149533776281487?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4411149533776281487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/engage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/4411149533776281487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/4411149533776281487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/engage.html' title='Engage.'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S4ITyAUIheI/AAAAAAAABKQ/FbZAoCXJzcs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-8097511072198154196</id><published>2010-02-21T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:21:50.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot.</title><content type='html'>Just in case you haven't seen them already, you can go to the &lt;a href="http://www.stlgatekeepers.com/"&gt;GateKeepers&lt;/a&gt; site and see the shots I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you can also find me listed under their sponsors, which is pretty awesome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-8097511072198154196?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8097511072198154196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/woot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8097511072198154196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8097511072198154196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/woot.html' title='Woot.'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-376016255230174458</id><published>2010-02-16T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:54:55.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz Hands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S3toM28m6BI/AAAAAAAABJw/WHlEdTlG8GQ/s1600-h/jazz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S3toM28m6BI/AAAAAAAABJw/WHlEdTlG8GQ/s320/jazz2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439055545097447442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S3toMvb2yaI/AAAAAAAABJo/lNfGhOC2jyY/s1600-h/jazz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S3toMvb2yaI/AAAAAAAABJo/lNfGhOC2jyY/s320/jazz3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439055543081028002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S3toMbqI_aI/AAAAAAAABJg/jDMYF-39mxQ/s1600-h/jazz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S3toMbqI_aI/AAAAAAAABJg/jDMYF-39mxQ/s320/jazz1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439055537772232098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; sorry for that. But not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know the library has a flickr page? I don't think I've mentioned it before. Anywho, you can go &lt;a href="http://www.slcl.org/flickr"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt; and see more pictures from this particular event. Tell 'em I sent you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-376016255230174458?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/376016255230174458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/jazz-hands.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/376016255230174458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/376016255230174458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/jazz-hands.html' title='Jazz Hands!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S3toM28m6BI/AAAAAAAABJw/WHlEdTlG8GQ/s72-c/jazz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-1334004411571910397</id><published>2010-02-11T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:09:32.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Derby Players</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S3TFJ3jpdXI/AAAAAAAABJQ/A-9e2Ovk2K8/s1600-h/keepers8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S3TFJ3jpdXI/AAAAAAAABJQ/A-9e2Ovk2K8/s320/keepers8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437187423465993586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S3TFKeVIumI/AAAAAAAABJY/DMsKK_r8T6E/s1600-h/keepers4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S3TFKeVIumI/AAAAAAAABJY/DMsKK_r8T6E/s320/keepers4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437187433874111074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Magnum (the fellow in the first shot) what the guys who play roller derby call themselves (since the gals are roller girls, I assumed there was similar nomenclature for the guys). Turns out there isn't, and after a few minutes of discussion, this is what was settled on. I thought about using a pun, but decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. We've got ourselves male roller derby here in St. Louis now--the GateKeepers. I went to their practice last night, and got these shots after practice. I did a lot more tinkering with these than usual, but I think it worked out pretty well. The green overlay is pretty close to the team color, which is why I picked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more shots are up over on my flickr page, so go check them out! And if you want to see the GateKeepers play, their first bout is on March 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-1334004411571910397?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1334004411571910397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/roller-derby-players.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1334004411571910397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1334004411571910397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/roller-derby-players.html' title='Roller Derby Players'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S3TFJ3jpdXI/AAAAAAAABJQ/A-9e2Ovk2K8/s72-c/keepers8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-9026350586295047331</id><published>2010-02-07T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:18:41.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Balloon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S2-gfcnW62I/AAAAAAAABJI/ZvrTck3Ug0M/s1600-h/balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S2-gfcnW62I/AAAAAAAABJI/ZvrTck3Ug0M/s320/balloon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435739737377139554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has a scorecard at home, this marks the third time young Christopher has made it to the blog. Weird. Anyways, I was shooting a party last night, and he was there, making good use of all those balloons laying around. I didn't crop too much out of the frame. What you see is more or less what I had, and it's a little quirky, which is probably why I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by the by, double post tonight, so be sure to scroll down)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-9026350586295047331?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9026350586295047331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-is-balloon-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/9026350586295047331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/9026350586295047331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-is-balloon-pt-2.html' title='It is Balloon!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S2-gfcnW62I/AAAAAAAABJI/ZvrTck3Ug0M/s72-c/balloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-2315774098996108522</id><published>2010-02-07T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:25:50.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo You, pt. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S2-f3Fkc1II/AAAAAAAABJA/QwuR75316wA/s1600-h/tattoo6+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S2-f3Fkc1II/AAAAAAAABJA/QwuR75316wA/s320/tattoo6+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435739043996161154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S2-f2zdujvI/AAAAAAAABI4/JrUTLK2s5jI/s1600-h/tattoo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S2-f2zdujvI/AAAAAAAABI4/JrUTLK2s5jI/s320/tattoo5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435739039136124658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this officially marks the end of all the pictures I wanted to use from that day in the Loop back in August. These two gentlemen were selling CDs of their band (the name of which escapes me), and were nice enough to let me do whatever it is I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that shots of tattoos on arms are trickier than I thought. I've yet to come up with a good position that looks interesting, and not too forced. Surely such a thing exists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-2315774098996108522?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2315774098996108522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/tattoo-you-pt-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2315774098996108522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2315774098996108522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/tattoo-you-pt-3.html' title='Tattoo You, pt. 3'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S2-f3Fkc1II/AAAAAAAABJA/QwuR75316wA/s72-c/tattoo6+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-5487157180054123653</id><published>2010-01-21T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:41:03.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice to Meet You, Pt. 2 (pt. 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S1iQvHfapuI/AAAAAAAABIw/8SOgENGRM7o/s1600-h/ice27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S1iQvHfapuI/AAAAAAAABIw/8SOgENGRM7o/s320/ice27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429248489934202594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S1iQulPW_WI/AAAAAAAABIo/yQ2IRvyFepo/s1600-h/ice24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S1iQulPW_WI/AAAAAAAABIo/yQ2IRvyFepo/s320/ice24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429248480740048226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S1iQuR33zSI/AAAAAAAABIg/kaseir3gaYo/s1600-h/ice13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S1iQuR33zSI/AAAAAAAABIg/kaseir3gaYo/s320/ice13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429248475541261602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, here are a few more shots from last weekend's ice-related on goings in the Loop. There was a mime! Gals in goofy outfits showing off their hula hoop skills! And a dude with tattoos on his face busking. I don't remember him singing all that well, but he sang with a lot of passion, so I can't fault him too much. And he had tattoos on his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that you've seen these, you can head in the flickr direction and see more (if you haven't already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-5487157180054123653?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5487157180054123653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice-to-meet-you-pt-2-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5487157180054123653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5487157180054123653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice-to-meet-you-pt-2-pt-2.html' title='Ice to Meet You, Pt. 2 (pt. 2)'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S1iQvHfapuI/AAAAAAAABIw/8SOgENGRM7o/s72-c/ice27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-3979201781878288648</id><published>2010-01-18T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:21:01.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice to Meet You, Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S1TCADhImYI/AAAAAAAABIY/s_ourBGnwFc/s1600-h/ice8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S1TCADhImYI/AAAAAAAABIY/s_ourBGnwFc/s320/ice8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428176757088360834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S1TB_zqw8KI/AAAAAAAABIQ/iVqTIQwOmW8/s1600-h/ice10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S1TB_zqw8KI/AAAAAAAABIQ/iVqTIQwOmW8/s320/ice10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428176752833786018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S1TB_t6H3ZI/AAAAAAAABII/UTgDyOtrX88/s1600-h/ice22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S1TB_t6H3ZI/AAAAAAAABII/UTgDyOtrX88/s320/ice22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428176751287590290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an ice carnival down in the Loop over the weekend, and when I saw the words "ice sculptures" and "chainsaws," I knew I had to be there. It was, overall, a pretty cool (ha!) event. Thankfully, there was a lot of other stuff going on, so I got some other (n)ice shots as well, which I'll probably put up later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-3979201781878288648?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3979201781878288648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice-to-meet-you-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3979201781878288648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3979201781878288648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice-to-meet-you-pt-2.html' title='Ice to Meet You, Pt. 2'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S1TCADhImYI/AAAAAAAABIY/s_ourBGnwFc/s72-c/ice8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-1392972538366183297</id><published>2010-01-10T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:39:43.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice to Meet You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S0qrTMV30ZI/AAAAAAAABH8/-sRVRWkCrfU/s1600-h/me+ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S0qrTMV30ZI/AAAAAAAABH8/-sRVRWkCrfU/s320/me+ice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425337047340011922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take any other pictures of people on this little endeavor today, so I broke my no self-portrait rule to tease the pictures I put up over at my flickr page. Scroll down a bit to find the link, then go check 'em out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-1392972538366183297?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1392972538366183297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice-to-meet-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1392972538366183297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1392972538366183297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice-to-meet-you.html' title='Ice to Meet You'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S0qrTMV30ZI/AAAAAAAABH8/-sRVRWkCrfU/s72-c/me+ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-5829867690096132150</id><published>2010-01-04T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:18:59.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Care Bear Stare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S0KloXPdRbI/AAAAAAAABH0/_10ZahX1uTI/s1600-h/winter5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S0KloXPdRbI/AAAAAAAABH0/_10ZahX1uTI/s320/winter5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423079014159697330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S0Kln6-UfnI/AAAAAAAABHs/cpkdiF-1fFk/s1600-h/winter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S0Kln6-UfnI/AAAAAAAABHs/cpkdiF-1fFk/s320/winter4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423079006571626098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S0KlngFFs6I/AAAAAAAABHk/-W8eotkIAmE/s1600-h/winter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S0KlngFFs6I/AAAAAAAABHk/-W8eotkIAmE/s320/winter3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423078999352259490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S0Klne0QS7I/AAAAAAAABHc/g6KgqR1AYTQ/s1600-h/WINTER2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S0Klne0QS7I/AAAAAAAABHc/g6KgqR1AYTQ/s320/WINTER2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423078999013215154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S0Klm3Ws_zI/AAAAAAAABHU/0cH14Wnwvz0/s1600-h/winter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S0Klm3Ws_zI/AAAAAAAABHU/0cH14Wnwvz0/s320/winter1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423078988420284210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, everybody, on three: awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww(www[wwwwww]ww).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Katrina (see previous post!) and I had a deal of sorts--she let me be all goofy with the lights, and I came over and took pictures of her daughter, Winter, with what is the most Care Bears I've ever seen. I don't think there was any real reason for it, but it sure was fun. Winter was a good sport about it all, which made things a lot easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time right now to check all the pictures I've shot in the past few years, but these easily rank up amongst the most adorable. And it was fun to see how many of the old Care Bears I could name*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not many, though I did recognize a lot of them, for whatever that's worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-5829867690096132150?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5829867690096132150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/care-bear-stare.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5829867690096132150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5829867690096132150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/care-bear-stare.html' title='Care Bear Stare!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/S0KloXPdRbI/AAAAAAAABH0/_10ZahX1uTI/s72-c/winter5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-8438510997440176395</id><published>2009-12-21T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:50:10.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SzBAdqQDMEI/AAAAAAAABHM/UUb0JmP-9JA/s1600-h/lights5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SzBAdqQDMEI/AAAAAAAABHM/UUb0JmP-9JA/s320/lights5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417901230028697666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SzBAdX0RWyI/AAAAAAAABHE/APi8iBLHBI4/s1600-h/lights4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SzBAdX0RWyI/AAAAAAAABHE/APi8iBLHBI4/s320/lights4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417901225080347426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SzBAc9xnGLI/AAAAAAAABG8/-SHqn81adMo/s1600-h/lights3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SzBAc9xnGLI/AAAAAAAABG8/-SHqn81adMo/s320/lights3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417901218089867442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SzBAcgtLHHI/AAAAAAAABG0/Ordxy7RmwNc/s1600-h/lights2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SzBAcgtLHHI/AAAAAAAABG0/Ordxy7RmwNc/s320/lights2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417901210286627954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SzBAcSZf2_I/AAAAAAAABGs/dodJ6OlJm7Q/s1600-h/lights1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SzBAcSZf2_I/AAAAAAAABGs/dodJ6OlJm7Q/s320/lights1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417901206446005234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to stretch every once in awhile. I don't think there's any real point to this other than it looks cool, and I wouldn't be surprised if Katrina thinks I'm just a little bit nutty. But she was a good sport about everything, and that's all that matters, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those lights sure made adjusting for proper skin tones a pain, and in the end, I think I just said "pooh" on that. Or something along those lines. And I have NO idea where the extra little refraction thingies in the last image came from. Weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-8438510997440176395?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8438510997440176395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/light-it-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8438510997440176395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8438510997440176395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/light-it-up.html' title='Light It Up'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SzBAdqQDMEI/AAAAAAAABHM/UUb0JmP-9JA/s72-c/lights5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-5802798399586925422</id><published>2009-12-14T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:14:49.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Syca2bk26OI/AAAAAAAABGg/ojRkxprcUCo/s1600-h/3+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Syca2bk26OI/AAAAAAAABGg/ojRkxprcUCo/s320/3+bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415326599353919714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SycayH9Dt0I/AAAAAAAABGY/W2lZr9l3ajg/s1600-h/5+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SycayH9Dt0I/AAAAAAAABGY/W2lZr9l3ajg/s320/5+bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415326525367236418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Angie from a few shoots ago, and John from the post I put up a couple minutes ago? Well, it was a dual shoot! I was actually out doing some family portraits, and took care of the unicycle stuff while I was at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a couple of my favorites from the session. I had a bit of fun with the Charlie's Angels shot. I probably wouldn't normally do that much tinkering, but it was just begging for it, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-5802798399586925422?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5802798399586925422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-in-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5802798399586925422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5802798399586925422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-in-family.html' title='All in the Family'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Syca2bk26OI/AAAAAAAABGg/ojRkxprcUCo/s72-c/3+bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-9210007289083548153</id><published>2009-12-14T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:19:30.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheel(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SycZ5JxNWoI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BkUs8eaSGtI/s1600-h/john2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SycZ5JxNWoI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BkUs8eaSGtI/s320/john2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415325546601863810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SycZ4hor4UI/AAAAAAAABGI/mt7zv7l_SA0/s1600-h/john1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SycZ4hor4UI/AAAAAAAABGI/mt7zv7l_SA0/s320/john1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415325535828697410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Angie from a few shoots ago? Well, this is her brother, John, and his unicycle. How could I pass up shooting the only person I know who can ride one of these babies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject matter may lend itself towards something a bit more....edgy, but I think these work alright. He offered me a ride, but I had to decline, as falling and breaking my arm is pretty low on my list of enjoyable activities. Maybe I'll try it*, one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the unicycle, that is, not the arm-breaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-9210007289083548153?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9210007289083548153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/wheels.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/9210007289083548153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/9210007289083548153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/wheels.html' title='Wheel(s)'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SycZ5JxNWoI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BkUs8eaSGtI/s72-c/john2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-6872758051930302210</id><published>2009-12-06T20:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:15:20.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo You, pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SxyAFFLatkI/AAAAAAAABGA/5jZosIXGzVI/s1600-h/tattoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SxyAFFLatkI/AAAAAAAABGA/5jZosIXGzVI/s320/tattoo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412341676970260034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SxyAE4BDgvI/AAAAAAAABF4/Q-KHDN7aHgU/s1600-h/tatto3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SxyAE4BDgvI/AAAAAAAABF4/Q-KHDN7aHgU/s320/tatto3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412341673437135602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess today is subtle tattoo day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is Kristen (I DID take a picture of your tattoo!) of October wedding fame. Maybe, if she's nice, she'll leave a comment about her quote, because, if there was a time when I knew, it isn't now. I do like the design and the font and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dude was sitting in line with me at the U2 show back in September. It was a covert shot, actually, so I never bothered to ask him what it meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it great how I'm putting all these pictures up and not bothering to have any information about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. What can I say? I'm a photographer, not a journalist. Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-6872758051930302210?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6872758051930302210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/tattoo-you-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6872758051930302210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6872758051930302210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/tattoo-you-pt-2.html' title='Tattoo You, pt. 2'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SxyAFFLatkI/AAAAAAAABGA/5jZosIXGzVI/s72-c/tattoo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-7854159682198979658</id><published>2009-12-03T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:04:58.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo You, pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sxf9R_Obv8I/AAAAAAAABFw/FULqO0stHa8/s1600-h/tattoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sxf9R_Obv8I/AAAAAAAABFw/FULqO0stHa8/s320/tattoo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411071962780516290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances have not been kind when it comes to getting out and gathering new images lately, so I'm just going to start using some of the stuff I've had sitting around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll start with some of the images I've been shooting here and there of people and their tattoos. Brittany here works for the library, which made things a lot easier, I must say. I don't remember any of the specifics about her tattoo, as I shot this almost 2 months ago and didn't think to write down anything about it. I know it's based on a painting, and took two sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and it looks pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-7854159682198979658?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7854159682198979658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/tattoo-you-pt-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7854159682198979658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7854159682198979658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/tattoo-you-pt-1.html' title='Tattoo You, pt. 1'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sxf9R_Obv8I/AAAAAAAABFw/FULqO0stHa8/s72-c/tattoo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-6556551903570561473</id><published>2009-11-24T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:07:34.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse, of Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Swy6ddk_IoI/AAAAAAAABFo/eyq9mwBV8vE/s1600/horsie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Swy6ddk_IoI/AAAAAAAABFo/eyq9mwBV8vE/s320/horsie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407902267883856514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far be it from me to let another week go by without posting something. I'd probably get fined for wasting valuable bandwidth or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can officially call this a series now, right? Two pet pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Thea has herself a farm, complete with 5 horses and 8 miniature donkeys (which are pretty cute). It's interesting--I've never really thought of horses as "pets" in the same sense as cats, dogs, and rocks. Maybe because they don't stay inside most of the time? Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like the folks I know who are "into" horses, for lack of a better phrase, have a really deep connection with them. And I think this picture manages to capture it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-6556551903570561473?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6556551903570561473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/horse-of-course.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6556551903570561473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6556551903570561473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/horse-of-course.html' title='A Horse, of Course'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Swy6ddk_IoI/AAAAAAAABFo/eyq9mwBV8vE/s72-c/horsie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-7091985192956055273</id><published>2009-11-09T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:57:37.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(All her) Duck (s)(!) (and cover) (in a row)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SvjjrPsr20I/AAAAAAAABFg/zJYjAIBXGHg/s1600-h/duck5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SvjjrPsr20I/AAAAAAAABFg/zJYjAIBXGHg/s320/duck5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402318085118745410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Svjjq_Rnh0I/AAAAAAAABFY/vEKNLAZRnGs/s1600-h/duck4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Svjjq_Rnh0I/AAAAAAAABFY/vEKNLAZRnGs/s320/duck4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402318080710248258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Svjjq0oN3-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/5yiQFKUtTq4/s1600-h/duck3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Svjjq0oN3-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/5yiQFKUtTq4/s320/duck3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402318077852245986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SvjjqWkOswI/AAAAAAAABFI/0f_kX5dJEqQ/s1600-h/duck2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SvjjqWkOswI/AAAAAAAABFI/0f_kX5dJEqQ/s320/duck2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402318069782459138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SvjjqFRu9YI/AAAAAAAABFA/AD4eQAqfdfA/s1600-h/duck1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SvjjqFRu9YI/AAAAAAAABFA/AD4eQAqfdfA/s320/duck1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402318065141478786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got all the duck puns out of my system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...I had a lot of fun doing this shoot. Katie was a real sport about moving all these ducks around. And I think the people who walked by us got a kick out of seeing them. In case you were wondering, the ducks don't have names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll notice that this finally takes care of the "collections" portion of my credo for this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-7091985192956055273?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7091985192956055273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-her-duck-s-and-cover-in-row.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7091985192956055273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7091985192956055273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-her-duck-s-and-cover-in-row.html' title='(All her) Duck (s)(!) (and cover) (in a row)'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SvjjrPsr20I/AAAAAAAABFg/zJYjAIBXGHg/s72-c/duck5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-2533353927747567415</id><published>2009-10-30T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:03:39.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read....or else</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SutFMIkiU6I/AAAAAAAABE4/6_eE7eQ_IzA/s1600-h/pro+READ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SutFMIkiU6I/AAAAAAAABE4/6_eE7eQ_IzA/s320/pro+READ1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398484653095146402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SutFL28PunI/AAAAAAAABEw/2wiEsqfaEUA/s1600-h/pro_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SutFL28PunI/AAAAAAAABEw/2wiEsqfaEUA/s320/pro_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398484648362752626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SutFLiKCcGI/AAAAAAAABEo/YU5slStAyRY/s1600-h/pro_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SutFLiKCcGI/AAAAAAAABEo/YU5slStAyRY/s320/pro_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398484642783457378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SutFLRq14CI/AAAAAAAABEg/yHsbwEq5P7E/s1600-h/pro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SutFLRq14CI/AAAAAAAABEg/yHsbwEq5P7E/s320/pro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398484638357643298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I have a lot of shoots these days that I have to hold back on posting for one reason or another. I did this shoot a couple weeks ago for work, but wanted to wait until it got approved from the proper work authorities. So now that it's approved, and the poster is ready to go, everyone can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do our own version of the READ posters every once in awhile, and they look fine, if not all that visually arresting. So my friend Kelly (from the first framed! session) threw out the notion of doing one with a member of ARRG, that seemed like an awesome idea. Much to my surprise, everyone at work was on board with it, and ARRG was very excited about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got to rent some lights for this shoot, which always makes me feel more professional. I don't know why I thought the chair necessary, but I know that as soon as I started thinking about this shoot, I wanted it to look pretty much exactly as it does in the poster. And I think it'll look very nice, and DIFFERENT on library walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also enjoy some other shots that were almost used, as well as the shot I used, before I tinkered with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-2533353927747567415?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2533353927747567415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/reador-else.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2533353927747567415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2533353927747567415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/reador-else.html' title='Read....or else'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SutFMIkiU6I/AAAAAAAABE4/6_eE7eQ_IzA/s72-c/pro+READ1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-2540416519733951052</id><published>2009-10-22T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:44:35.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Mother, Like Son?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SuEJZ4IpKTI/AAAAAAAABEY/Dh3ElmrV9v8/s1600-h/DSC_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SuEJZ4IpKTI/AAAAAAAABEY/Dh3ElmrV9v8/s320/DSC_0089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395604168736581938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SuEJZzw5GyI/AAAAAAAABEQ/N53ggEQLsU8/s1600-h/DSC_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SuEJZzw5GyI/AAAAAAAABEQ/N53ggEQLsU8/s320/DSC_0075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395604167563221794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SuEJZkEuHQI/AAAAAAAABEI/3G3mMpGAxYw/s1600-h/DSC_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SuEJZkEuHQI/AAAAAAAABEI/3G3mMpGAxYw/s320/DSC_0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395604163351420162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my favorite blog title, I must say, but I was at a loss for something clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say hello to my coworker Angie, and son Christopher. Also say hello to some tricky lighting. I normally like fall, but I don't really having less light in the evening. I think we had about 25 minutes usable daylight, so I was able to get the shot at the end. After a bunch of messing around with the flash, and being generally displeased with the results, I used Angie's headlights for lighting instead, which you see in the first two shots. I do believe it's the first time I've ever done something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we didn't run her battery down, which would have been a bad thing. Oh and I like the shots, too, of course. I can only imagine people driving by us and wondering what on earth was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-2540416519733951052?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2540416519733951052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-mother-like-son.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2540416519733951052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2540416519733951052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-mother-like-son.html' title='Like Mother, Like Son?'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SuEJZ4IpKTI/AAAAAAAABEY/Dh3ElmrV9v8/s72-c/DSC_0089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-3802208350140876135</id><published>2009-10-18T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:02:03.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Married, pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StudHIUtcbI/AAAAAAAABEA/6Ufz2Uku18E/s1600-h/DSC_0838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StudHIUtcbI/AAAAAAAABEA/6Ufz2Uku18E/s320/DSC_0838.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394077724525294002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StudGiXHOSI/AAAAAAAABD4/doGLw8fNPmE/s1600-h/DSC_0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StudGiXHOSI/AAAAAAAABD4/doGLw8fNPmE/s320/DSC_0618.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394077714334824738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StudGN8YijI/AAAAAAAABDw/rLVcvLlO5pE/s1600-h/DSC_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StudGN8YijI/AAAAAAAABDw/rLVcvLlO5pE/s320/DSC_0293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394077708854004274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StudFqE214I/AAAAAAAABDo/XMb3BGXNVbU/s1600-h/DSC_0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StudFqE214I/AAAAAAAABDo/XMb3BGXNVbU/s320/DSC_0250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394077699225868162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StudFDvW3vI/AAAAAAAABDg/B3OnvZyarL8/s1600-h/DSC_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StudFDvW3vI/AAAAAAAABDg/B3OnvZyarL8/s320/DSC_0146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394077688935145202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As requested, I offer another sampling of pictures from the wedding a couple weeks ago. Now that I'm all done, and the disc will be in the mail tomorrow, I don't have any qualms about posting these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right, and the bride asked me to put some up to tide her over. Can't forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-first dance, courtesy of the fish eye. I especially like the odd color saturation thingy that came with no effort on my part. Sharp-eyed viewers might recognize Kogane, who made an appearance on the blog last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Groom holding the flowers will always equal photographic gold in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I told the guys to just pick a direction and look. Why? Darned if I know. This was the first pose of that, and probably my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A fitting choice of wine, really. I especially enjoy doing shots like this at weddings, putting bride/groom/both closer to me in the frame and having everyone else just out of focus. I think I stole it from somewhere or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bridal portrait. One of my better shots of this type, if I may be so bold to say it. Getting elevated is a pretty good idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-3802208350140876135?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3802208350140876135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-get-married-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3802208350140876135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3802208350140876135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-get-married-pt-2.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Married, pt. 2'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StudHIUtcbI/AAAAAAAABEA/6Ufz2Uku18E/s72-c/DSC_0838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-7363070602243945846</id><published>2009-10-12T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:15:50.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Scenes, pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StP96MRZVbI/AAAAAAAABDU/KJ1XHMIaaKo/s1600-h/hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StP96MRZVbI/AAAAAAAABDU/KJ1XHMIaaKo/s320/hotel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391932355061044658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StP95k8xzaI/AAAAAAAABDM/7YgagKnJbRw/s1600-h/bongos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StP95k8xzaI/AAAAAAAABDM/7YgagKnJbRw/s320/bongos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391932344505585058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember way back when I went to the Loop and took pictures of people there? And how I said I had some more? Well here they are! Only took me two months, but oh well. I have another glut of images right now, so I'm taking advantage of it. Plenty to get to over the next couple weeks (including that wedding--don't think I forgot!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways--shot one is from the new Moonrise Hotel. My friend and I wandered inside, and were greeted by the fellow seen here. His name escapes me (because, I bet, I never asked for it), but he was very pleasant, and let me take his picture. Now I see him every time I walk by the hotel. Maybe I should make him a print?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other dude was one of the more interesting people I've seen in some time. He was just....BIG. Well over six feet tall, and...well, he fills the frame well. Add in his accessories, and he proved a real challenge to shoot. Considering I just stopped him on the street, I didn't have a lot of time to really compose a good shot. I'd like to have another go at him someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-7363070602243945846?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7363070602243945846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/street-scenes-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7363070602243945846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7363070602243945846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/street-scenes-pt-2.html' title='Street Scenes, pt. 2'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StP96MRZVbI/AAAAAAAABDU/KJ1XHMIaaKo/s72-c/hotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-1221205950049669172</id><published>2009-10-11T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:59:13.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit Dragon Me Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StKoM2VU66I/AAAAAAAABDE/jx4mngpvHxA/s1600-h/dragon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StKoM2VU66I/AAAAAAAABDE/jx4mngpvHxA/s320/dragon2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391556642612767650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StKoMRB2lkI/AAAAAAAABC8/rhjPlxAO8wE/s1600-h/dragon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StKoMRB2lkI/AAAAAAAABC8/rhjPlxAO8wE/s320/dragon1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391556632598976066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to do a week of people and their pets last year, but never really had time to coordinate it all. So the idea just sort of sat around in the back of my head. I don't know if this will become a recurring theme, but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like the idea of using "non-traditional" pets, to be honest. As much as I like dogs and cats, using critters like spiders, snakes, and bearded dragons seems more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my friend Stacey, with her bearded dragon, Grimm. It's rather hard to get an idea of what a reptile may be feeling, but I got the impression that he wasn't all that excited about having his picture taken. At least he didn't try to eat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if, or anyone you know owns an offbeat pet, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-1221205950049669172?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1221205950049669172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/quit-dragon-me-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1221205950049669172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1221205950049669172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/quit-dragon-me-down.html' title='Quit Dragon Me Down'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/StKoM2VU66I/AAAAAAAABDE/jx4mngpvHxA/s72-c/dragon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-7536324653463876087</id><published>2009-10-07T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:56:58.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Ss1wx7z2WcI/AAAAAAAABC0/ckcllVBBO3w/s1600-h/hitched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Ss1wx7z2WcI/AAAAAAAABC0/ckcllVBBO3w/s320/hitched.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390088332203416002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot a wedding over the weekend, and while I certainly plan on posting some more images, I figured I'd post this one as a teaser of sorts. It takes awhile to go through all those pictures, you know. Plus, I'd rather have the CD on its way to the bride before I let the whole world see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-7536324653463876087?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7536324653463876087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-get-married.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7536324653463876087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7536324653463876087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-get-married.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Married'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Ss1wx7z2WcI/AAAAAAAABC0/ckcllVBBO3w/s72-c/hitched.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-6479060181413424343</id><published>2009-09-29T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:18:20.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, I Don't Know How it Works!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SsIkzPqvhNI/AAAAAAAABCs/7fTVKpmRQko/s1600-h/balloon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SsIkzPqvhNI/AAAAAAAABCs/7fTVKpmRQko/s320/balloon1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386908567086269650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SsIkyxMWqaI/AAAAAAAABCk/EcouwAp0t50/s1600-h/balloon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SsIkyxMWqaI/AAAAAAAABCk/EcouwAp0t50/s320/balloon2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386908558905747874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More recently I went to Forest Park for the annual Balloon Race, which was fun. The guy in the first shot was, I guess, a balloon wrangler. You don't want those things getting away. It could get ugly. It looks like it took a fair amount of work, but he never seemed to be under any particular duress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot two is just fun. The dog looks quite content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-6479060181413424343?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6479060181413424343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-i-dont-know-how-it-works.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6479060181413424343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6479060181413424343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-i-dont-know-how-it-works.html' title='Sorry, I Don&apos;t Know How it Works!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SsIkzPqvhNI/AAAAAAAABCs/7fTVKpmRQko/s72-c/balloon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-8459540288991405978</id><published>2009-09-29T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:15:22.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Aboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SsIkFXSDPpI/AAAAAAAABCc/Qe993afR7g0/s1600-h/train4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SsIkFXSDPpI/AAAAAAAABCc/Qe993afR7g0/s320/train4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386907778856205970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SsIkFH7SMqI/AAAAAAAABCU/ISUolwiGoHw/s1600-h/train3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SsIkFH7SMqI/AAAAAAAABCU/ISUolwiGoHw/s320/train3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386907774734185122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SsIkEo2cK1I/AAAAAAAABCM/i_VIYxH_Rjs/s1600-h/train2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SsIkEo2cK1I/AAAAAAAABCM/i_VIYxH_Rjs/s320/train2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386907766392367954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SsIkEUQ9e-I/AAAAAAAABCE/D10j6QSZd4Q/s1600-h/train1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SsIkEUQ9e-I/AAAAAAAABCE/D10j6QSZd4Q/s320/train1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386907760866458594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, remember when I rode the train to Montana? There were people on that train, and I took their picture! Crazy! Sadly, The specifics are fuzzy in my mind, but I can say that the old dude on the right in picture 3 was retired and basically spent his free time riding the train, which sounds like fun. The mom and her daughter were adorable, and the Amtrak employees were nice enough to pose for me in Milwaukee, even while they were working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-8459540288991405978?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8459540288991405978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-aboard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8459540288991405978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8459540288991405978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-aboard.html' title='All Aboard'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SsIkFXSDPpI/AAAAAAAABCc/Qe993afR7g0/s72-c/train4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-9081009841647359093</id><published>2009-09-14T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:35:22.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Line on the Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sq8LFJVpMCI/AAAAAAAABB8/hRKwPgim9dg/s1600-h/bono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sq8LFJVpMCI/AAAAAAAABB8/hRKwPgim9dg/s320/bono.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381532262764982306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sq8LEkpZpVI/AAAAAAAABB0/KkLRFU7_mu8/s1600-h/edge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sq8LEkpZpVI/AAAAAAAABB0/KkLRFU7_mu8/s320/edge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381532252915737938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sq8LECIsV0I/AAAAAAAABBs/UtQE82_hupY/s1600-h/larry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sq8LECIsV0I/AAAAAAAABBs/UtQE82_hupY/s320/larry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381532243651745602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sq8LD1oC2JI/AAAAAAAABBk/KiUvpbiwtD0/s1600-h/adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sq8LD1oC2JI/AAAAAAAABBk/KiUvpbiwtD0/s320/adam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381532240293582994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in line for 9 hours to get a good spot at the U2 show last night. Was it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and don't forget to scroll down. i posted two tonight!)&lt;br /&gt;[and for more U2 shots, check out my flickr page. the link is on the sidebar]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-9081009841647359093?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9081009841647359093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-line-on-horizon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/9081009841647359093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/9081009841647359093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-line-on-horizon.html' title='No Line on the Horizon'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sq8LFJVpMCI/AAAAAAAABB8/hRKwPgim9dg/s72-c/bono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-3184825408066590469</id><published>2009-09-14T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:31:47.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sq8Jsx04OsI/AAAAAAAABBc/NzfALOEEi_M/s1600-h/julie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sq8Jsx04OsI/AAAAAAAABBc/NzfALOEEi_M/s320/julie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381530744625052354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sq8JsUFBCqI/AAAAAAAABBU/4oyI1HS_VOQ/s1600-h/julie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sq8JsUFBCqI/AAAAAAAABBU/4oyI1HS_VOQ/s320/julie1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381530736639675042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have some nice shots of myself for my (still in the works) redesigned web site, so I enlisted the help of my friend &lt;a href="http://jbirkemeierphoto.blogspot.com"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; (who, if you won't hire me, you should hire her for your photography needs). And it would have been silly, I think, not to take some pictures of her while I was at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both agree that one of the perks of being a photographer is that you can be in all sorts of crazy positions, and no one will think less of you. It's like having a camera in your hands grants you freedom to do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(within reason, anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-3184825408066590469?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3184825408066590469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/focus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3184825408066590469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3184825408066590469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/focus.html' title='Focus!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sq8Jsx04OsI/AAAAAAAABBc/NzfALOEEi_M/s72-c/julie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-810605000235593298</id><published>2009-09-03T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:40:22.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SqCLLwnHAPI/AAAAAAAABBM/toeI0reVg2k/s1600-h/DSC_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SqCLLwnHAPI/AAAAAAAABBM/toeI0reVg2k/s320/DSC_0057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377450989224132850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SqCLLk1KPAI/AAAAAAAABBE/BnqsFxFS-1E/s1600-h/kiddo02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SqCLLk1KPAI/AAAAAAAABBE/BnqsFxFS-1E/s320/kiddo02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377450986061839362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO let's see--these have been sitting around for awhile now. The first is from a session I did with my friends for their son's first birthday*. We went to the park near my house, and got a pretty good session in while he was up and alert. I'd never really shot kids this young before, so it was a lot of fun. I didn't really compose this shot too much; I set the camera on the ground and just pointed in his direction. But I do like the...well, "peek-a-boo" look here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is from way back when, when I was out at Eckert's picking fruit. Why didn't I post this with the driver? Darned if I know. But this is a fun shot, I think. I like (and didn't notice until today) the berry he has in his hand. I bet it tasted good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Friends with one-year olds? Good gravy am I getting old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-810605000235593298?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/810605000235593298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-kids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/810605000235593298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/810605000235593298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-kids.html' title='For the Kids'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SqCLLwnHAPI/AAAAAAAABBM/toeI0reVg2k/s72-c/DSC_0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-1314674028109099559</id><published>2009-09-01T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:50:43.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the World's a Stage, Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sp3bG537tVI/AAAAAAAABA8/LH5zdm0_kQk/s1600-h/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sp3bG537tVI/AAAAAAAABA8/LH5zdm0_kQk/s320/steve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376694441811359058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sp3bGZn-bNI/AAAAAAAABA0/T9LUYPl0soA/s1600-h/phil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sp3bGZn-bNI/AAAAAAAABA0/T9LUYPl0soA/s320/phil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376694433154493650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sp3bF8FC1QI/AAAAAAAABAs/DhmQ6IL7d3c/s1600-h/kehler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sp3bF8FC1QI/AAAAAAAABAs/DhmQ6IL7d3c/s320/kehler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376694425223353602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sp3bFWoCReI/AAAAAAAABAk/d_qkl60jOZI/s1600-h/annie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sp3bFWoCReI/AAAAAAAABAk/d_qkl60jOZI/s320/annie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376694415169570274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it really been so long since my last post? Well I'll be. Guess a two-week vacation will do that, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was in Montana, visiting the Brother during his tenure at the Ft. Peck Theater. So it seemed like it would have been silly to not capture the whole theater thing in some way. So I opted to pick the folks working behind the scenes and give them their time in the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I suppose it's fitting that the Brother himself is first (not planned!), working on some kind of lighting thing. I can't tell you anything about it, but I do really like the way the shot came out, especially considering I didn't use a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close on his heels is Phil, the set designer. Sadly, this shot was taken just before he placed the monstrous turkey on the set. Believe you me, it was a big one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehler was in charge of costumes, and I was hoping to get a shot of her amongst the costumes themselves. Sadly, they were in another room hanging up, and it wasn't all that photogenic. But I think this works out pretty well, really. If I was feeling really industrious, I would have named the two dress forms. Some other time, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but by no means least, is Annie, who wore many hats (but not the costume hats) for the summer. I opted to capture her as Prop Diva, since ASM, in my head, didn't yield as many ideas. And really, how could I pass up another opportunity to get a shot of someone holding a sword? Also be sure to note the pink flamingo and rubber chickens, which I imagine are staples of any good theater prop shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some more vacation pictures to come, as well as some other stuff I've had sitting around, so I'll try to get into a normal posting schedule again until I'm all caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-1314674028109099559?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1314674028109099559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-worlds-stage-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1314674028109099559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1314674028109099559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-worlds-stage-pt-2.html' title='All the World&apos;s a Stage, Pt. 2'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sp3bG537tVI/AAAAAAAABA8/LH5zdm0_kQk/s72-c/steve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-2697455740871280505</id><published>2009-08-11T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:34:56.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome All Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SoGc2WcNPpI/AAAAAAAABAc/OIjs9WFEjpY/s1600-h/joel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SoGc2WcNPpI/AAAAAAAABAc/OIjs9WFEjpY/s320/joel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368744688353099410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SoGc16D_sfI/AAAAAAAABAU/g71jVtTtooQ/s1600-h/ed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SoGc16D_sfI/AAAAAAAABAU/g71jVtTtooQ/s320/ed2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368744680735355378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SoGc1rZnI8I/AAAAAAAABAM/N3LQFRCkODQ/s1600-h/ed1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SoGc1rZnI8I/AAAAAAAABAM/N3LQFRCkODQ/s320/ed1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368744676799488962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally like to go on and on about whether or not I like anything I post here (do I?), but in  this case, I think I'll let myself brag a bit. I REALLY like these. Maybe some of the best concert pictures I've ever done. I was at the Pageant to see Collective Soul and managed to get right up front along the rail. So in the last shot, when Ed Roland was crouching down, he was no more than 2 feet from me. The two shots of him are just awesome, I think. And considering I got them off a point-and-shoot, well that makes them even cooler. Ed is one of my favorite singers to watch. He's got a lot of stage presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first shot is lead guitarist Joel Kosche. No real reason for it to be in b/w other than I felt like it. He wasn't as close as Ed, but the zoom did a nice job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-2697455740871280505?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2697455740871280505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-all-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2697455740871280505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2697455740871280505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-all-again.html' title='Welcome All Again'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SoGc2WcNPpI/AAAAAAAABAc/OIjs9WFEjpY/s72-c/joel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-2365169420542012222</id><published>2009-08-09T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:30:56.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sn-gYabX2AI/AAAAAAAAA_8/LThiNl38yiM/s1600-h/busking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sn-gYabX2AI/AAAAAAAAA_8/LThiNl38yiM/s320/busking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368185622120355842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sn-gPVupKhI/AAAAAAAAA_0/3AvCUe7D4TA/s1600-h/bikes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sn-gPVupKhI/AAAAAAAAA_0/3AvCUe7D4TA/s320/bikes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368185466240182802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sn-gE__LLzI/AAAAAAAAA_s/3_3UBsv5HV0/s1600-h/where.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sn-gE__LLzI/AAAAAAAAA_s/3_3UBsv5HV0/s320/where.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368185288605249330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sn-ghepFmvI/AAAAAAAABAE/kd_Eco3mIO0/s1600-h/grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sn-ghepFmvI/AAAAAAAABAE/kd_Eco3mIO0/s320/grace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368185777870445298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be out of town for a couple weeks pretty soon, so I figured I'd go for the gusto with this post. If all goes well, I'll be coming back with a whole mess of pictures, though, so it should be worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went down to the Loop on Saturday, and set about doing this project the way I had sort of originally intended, based on a project I came across called '100 Strangers.' The idea was to just find people on the street and take portraits of them where they were. So I did that, more or less. Some of them I can't use yet, because they're for something else. But you can get some of them now. The first is a dude busking* out in front of Vintage Vinyl. The bikers were shot 'from the hip.' I didn't really compose the shot, nor was the camera even in front of my face. I like the crookedness. I liked the background of the mosaic-y thing, so I just waited for people to pass in front of it. I was on my way back and happened across a couple handing out FREE KITTENS. Will power was tested, to be sure. I was lucky that Grace, seen in the last image, was there. She was nice enough to pose for me, and it helped me think of something non-kitten. I should note that her glasses are pretty boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a few more from the session that are of the same ilk. I'll probably post them later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*such a great word&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-2365169420542012222?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2365169420542012222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/street-scenes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2365169420542012222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/2365169420542012222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/street-scenes.html' title='Street Scenes'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sn-gYabX2AI/AAAAAAAAA_8/LThiNl38yiM/s72-c/busking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-6501156611527810680</id><published>2009-08-03T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:19:18.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrock Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SneaTHV3MfI/AAAAAAAAA_k/8ts6kD7knPA/s1600-h/lupins1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SneaTHV3MfI/AAAAAAAAA_k/8ts6kD7knPA/s320/lupins1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365927134214173170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SneaJ_y5lUI/AAAAAAAAA_c/0en-Q2FiTHs/s1600-h/lupins2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SneaJ_y5lUI/AAAAAAAAA_c/0en-Q2FiTHs/s320/lupins2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365926977569658178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SneaBlG0aeI/AAAAAAAAA_U/GDO_6Mz6dHM/s1600-h/lupins3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SneaBlG0aeI/AAAAAAAAA_U/GDO_6Mz6dHM/s320/lupins3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365926832966494690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide if I should count the five times I've seen the Remus Lupins as official concerts. I mean, they DO play music. And it is good. And it is live. But if I wasn't shooting them for work, would I be there? Probably not, even though I do like me some Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll just keep debating the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-6501156611527810680?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6501156611527810680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/wrock-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6501156611527810680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6501156611527810680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/wrock-out.html' title='Wrock Out'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SneaTHV3MfI/AAAAAAAAA_k/8ts6kD7knPA/s72-c/lupins1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-3471709441137725382</id><published>2009-07-20T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:45:09.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Framed! Part 2: Electric Bugaloo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SmSexZbd96I/AAAAAAAAA_M/9mEb0D1L65E/s1600-h/punch!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SmSexZbd96I/AAAAAAAAA_M/9mEb0D1L65E/s320/punch!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360584027954608034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SmSesj05ixI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ZA95CTsnRxg/s1600-h/vickie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SmSesj05ixI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ZA95CTsnRxg/s320/vickie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360583944846281490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SmSenbr0kFI/AAAAAAAAA-8/mys_LDN468g/s1600-h/jackie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SmSenbr0kFI/AAAAAAAAA-8/mys_LDN468g/s320/jackie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360583856761376850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we're going to be doing this every two weeks, huh? I guess I can live with that. This time, friends Jackie and Vickie were nice enough to get behind/within the frame and indulge in a bit of goofiness. I almost called this "seeing double," since they're twins, but decided against it for reasons only known to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, because I'm feeling a little evil today, I ain't gonna tell you who is who. Savvy internet-types might be able to figure it out, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a good time was had, so far as I can tell. And, as was pointed out to me, from the other side, it looks like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in the frame, which just adds an entirely new level of meta-ness to this whole enterprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The punch in the first shot is a nice touch, and I like the individual shots as well, with only hands holding the frame giving away that someone else is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-3471709441137725382?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3471709441137725382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/framed-part-2-electric-bugaloo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3471709441137725382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3471709441137725382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/framed-part-2-electric-bugaloo.html' title='Framed! Part 2: Electric Bugaloo'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SmSexZbd96I/AAAAAAAAA_M/9mEb0D1L65E/s72-c/punch!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-5955120948209083247</id><published>2009-07-17T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:15:58.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whip Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SmEFZioAD2I/AAAAAAAAA-0/FAD0w-XHQJU/s1600-h/DSC_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SmEFZioAD2I/AAAAAAAAA-0/FAD0w-XHQJU/s320/DSC_0157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359570967897050978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, you thought I was going to make a Devo reference here, didn't you? Well, I have to keep you folks on your toes, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. This is Mr. Chris Camp, better known as (ta-da), the Whip Guy. Another one of my favorite SRC performers. I actually got to be part of the act this time, which is pretty cool. I escaped with all my extremities in place, too, which is always nice, considering the whip, at its peak, is traveling 900 mph. I wonder if worker's comp would have covered such a thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pose was his idea, since my brain was busy being pretty useless for ideas. Fancy that. Anyways, if he's ever in your area, be sure to check out the show. It's quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-5955120948209083247?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5955120948209083247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/whip-guy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5955120948209083247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5955120948209083247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/whip-guy.html' title='The Whip Guy'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SmEFZioAD2I/AAAAAAAAA-0/FAD0w-XHQJU/s72-c/DSC_0157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-7085431988402043361</id><published>2009-07-13T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:40:07.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SltiXloS7yI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ANBMD_Hs2lk/s1600-h/don1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SltiXloS7yI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ANBMD_Hs2lk/s320/don1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357984339064975138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every so often, when I need to get rid of something, mom will say something like "Mike's friend Don will take it." So over the past couple years, quite a few things from my house have gone down there. Vacuums and other small appliance-type things, mostly. I heard he had quite a collection of stuff in his shed, so I figured we had ourselves a winner here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, I must say, pretty overwhelming. He told me he built his shed back in '94, so we must have about 15 years worth of stuff collected. Most stuff gets taken apart for later use, and some of it gets sorted out--the peg board full of washers was most impressive. And stories! I bet he could write a book about all this stuff. I even saw one of my old blenders. It seemed happy to see me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had originally planned this shoot back in April, but this that and the other got in the way. But I finally got it. And while I like the shot, I think I could have done better. Maybe stood back a couple more feet to show more of his surroundings. Or maybe it works as is. I'll let you decide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he grabbed the two tools on his own. I'm not entirely sure why, but there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-7085431988402043361?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7085431988402043361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-of-my-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7085431988402043361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7085431988402043361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A Few of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SltiXloS7yI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ANBMD_Hs2lk/s72-c/don1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-816216656574012050</id><published>2009-07-09T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:08:20.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swords and Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SlYVW7qJljI/AAAAAAAAA-k/UrRBTZfxE-w/s1600-h/swords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SlYVW7qJljI/AAAAAAAAA-k/UrRBTZfxE-w/s320/swords.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356492290519569970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saying for years* we need more programs at work involving sisters who perform choreographed sword/son/dance routines for summer reading club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Maria (Angelique) on the left and Susan (Belle) on the right, and those are real swords, though dulled down a bit to prevent any serious injury. I guess library policy doesn't cover getting skewered and such. Probably good to play it safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*okay, not really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-816216656574012050?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/816216656574012050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/swords-and-roses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/816216656574012050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/816216656574012050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/swords-and-roses.html' title='Swords and Roses'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SlYVW7qJljI/AAAAAAAAA-k/UrRBTZfxE-w/s72-c/swords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-6699609319955489057</id><published>2009-07-05T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:05:59.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Framed! Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SlF4HXxMG8I/AAAAAAAAA-c/u8Jstsy0Wec/s1600-h/framed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SlF4HXxMG8I/AAAAAAAAA-c/u8Jstsy0Wec/s320/framed2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355193499954977730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SlF4CXJk-iI/AAAAAAAAA-U/XgZuWHLp_2o/s1600-h/framed_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SlF4CXJk-iI/AAAAAAAAA-U/XgZuWHLp_2o/s320/framed_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355193413889489442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at ye olde Picture a Day, I was always keen on doing theme weeks. They kept things from getting too dull. So I was happy to finally get to start a theme around here. I don't know when the next installment will happen, though, so this will be a more sporadic theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I'd been kicking this idea around for awhile. I think I stole it from Storm Thorgerson, actually. The idea was to create a couple things: a "self" portrait, since I let Kelly and Andrew pose themselves within the frame, and also a picture-in-picture kind of thing. It adds a nice layer or two of...something or other to the proceedings as well. I mean, is Kelly looking to the sky, or just as far as the top of the frame? And what about arms that breach the perimeter? We'll never know, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the by, Kelly grabbed the flower of her own accord, and it was an excellent touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-6699609319955489057?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6699609319955489057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/framed-part-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6699609319955489057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6699609319955489057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/framed-part-1.html' title='Framed! Part 1'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SlF4HXxMG8I/AAAAAAAAA-c/u8Jstsy0Wec/s72-c/framed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-5158281578494894554</id><published>2009-06-30T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:19:41.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and I'll be your guide for the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SkrjeReGVII/AAAAAAAAA-M/TJVHT1Axmqs/s1600-h/eckerts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SkrjeReGVII/AAAAAAAAA-M/TJVHT1Axmqs/s320/eckerts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353341216308483202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to Eckert's a few weeks ago on an off-day to pick some strawberries. This fine fellow was our driver, and he was nice enough to let me take his picture. He seemed pretty amused by all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sadly, I don't remember his name. And the name tag doesn't want to be read. I think it was Richard, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-5158281578494894554?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5158281578494894554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-ill-be-your-guide-for-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5158281578494894554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5158281578494894554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-ill-be-your-guide-for-day.html' title='...and I&apos;ll be your guide for the day.'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SkrjeReGVII/AAAAAAAAA-M/TJVHT1Axmqs/s72-c/eckerts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-6816268672634240049</id><published>2009-06-21T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:11:16.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sj8C9cbzHeI/AAAAAAAAA98/_snGuCfXpFo/s1600-h/flower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sj8C9cbzHeI/AAAAAAAAA98/_snGuCfXpFo/s320/flower2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349998136967503330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sj8EU5zwCuI/AAAAAAAAA-E/vNm5vWCZWwA/s1600-h/flower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sj8EU5zwCuI/AAAAAAAAA-E/vNm5vWCZWwA/s320/flower1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349999639501212386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm feeling generous, I'll post another image tonight. Don't say I never give you guys anything (assuming I have more than one person reading this. Drop me a line, maybe?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this was my first scheduled shoot in many weeks. In fact, I scheduled it waaaay back in March, I think. And as you may have gathered, Christine here is a maker of fine floral arrangements. For a wedding, in this case, and I think that's all she does, actually, though I didn't think to clarify that matter. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of those times where I had an idea in mind of what I wanted, and this came out pretty close. Worth noting is that if you look closely, you can see the corner of a painting in the left corner. For some reason I thought it very important to have that in the shot, but found that a tighter crop made the image a bit better. Thought that counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that flowers have personality, and that talking to them during the process is not such a bad thing. Makes me feel better about yelling at office equipment, and my camera on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second shot here is up because it seemed like the kind of time when a shot of hands would be worth having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-6816268672634240049?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6816268672634240049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/flower-child.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6816268672634240049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6816268672634240049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/flower-child.html' title='Flower Child'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sj8C9cbzHeI/AAAAAAAAA98/_snGuCfXpFo/s72-c/flower2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-1814491849762226576</id><published>2009-06-21T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:04:49.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sj8CTocnzmI/AAAAAAAAA90/yUKCc93WlsM/s1600-h/babaloo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sj8CTocnzmI/AAAAAAAAA90/yUKCc93WlsM/s320/babaloo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349997418637676130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you keeping score at home might remember Babaloo from my epic Picture a Day project from the past year. At the time, I had wanted to get a proper portrait of him, but I didn't. So consider that gaff fixed. This is one of those times that I got home and had a brilliant idea of what I could have done for the portrait, but oh well. This one, hopefully, manages to capture the Essence of the man, and what he brings to his performances (besides bubbles, that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly, I think he looks a lot like Fred LeBlanc in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-1814491849762226576?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1814491849762226576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-and-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1814491849762226576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/1814491849762226576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-and-fun.html' title='Music and Fun'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sj8CTocnzmI/AAAAAAAAA90/yUKCc93WlsM/s72-c/babaloo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-5913825102977692566</id><published>2009-06-15T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:12:48.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids (and play)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sjcbh4oIlEI/AAAAAAAAA9s/IM5g-sAIY-c/s1600-h/kid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sjcbh4oIlEI/AAAAAAAAA9s/IM5g-sAIY-c/s320/kid2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347773351476106306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SjcbaaxtXnI/AAAAAAAAA9k/j_LTyDNYh4E/s1600-h/kid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SjcbaaxtXnI/AAAAAAAAA9k/j_LTyDNYh4E/s320/kid1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347773223204118130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this blog has been devoid of "cute kids making a mess." So consider that particular niche filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(both shots taken at the SRC kick-off party at Grand Glaize)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-5913825102977692566?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5913825102977692566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/kids-and-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5913825102977692566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5913825102977692566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/kids-and-play.html' title='Kids (and play)'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sjcbh4oIlEI/AAAAAAAAA9s/IM5g-sAIY-c/s72-c/kid2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-711456678959978121</id><published>2009-06-08T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:51:08.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Si3bdeurJZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/T2GVu7Y2sbg/s1600-h/sting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Si3bdeurJZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/T2GVu7Y2sbg/s320/sting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345169632270165394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I might as well avail myself of all these extra images, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually just took this one yesterday and didn't feel like sitting on it for a week. This is "Righteous Richard," also known to those of us on the Cyclones BBC as Rick "Sting" Rea. But when he isn't playing a fine third base, he arbitrates other games. Cigar is never far away, and somehow or other, I timed this shot perfectly. I only wish the cigar was visible, but since I wasn't posing anything, I'll go with what I got. It works all the same, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tinkered a bit more with this one to give it a slight "vintage" look. Didn't want to go overboard, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-711456678959978121?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/711456678959978121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/sting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/711456678959978121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/711456678959978121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/sting.html' title='Sting'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Si3bdeurJZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/T2GVu7Y2sbg/s72-c/sting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-5465823310582982409</id><published>2009-06-08T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:30:32.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Balloon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Si3WrEeiwwI/AAAAAAAAA9U/D2iSrBD92QI/s1600-h/balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Si3WrEeiwwI/AAAAAAAAA9U/D2iSrBD92QI/s320/balloon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345164368183214850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have a small back-log of images to use right now, which is just as well, since time has scarcely allowed me a chance to go out and schedule any new shoots the past couple weeks. What's interesting is that, as busy as I've been, I'm just taking portraits as opportunity allows, which was really how I was going to do this project in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mr. Wally, or so says his business card. He was out at HQ a couple weeks ago for a special program, and he was one of the best balloon artists I've ever seen. This shot was taken after he finished up, and I'm fairly sure the extra eyeball bulging was done for the picture. And I'm alright with that, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-5465823310582982409?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5465823310582982409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-balloon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5465823310582982409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5465823310582982409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-balloon.html' title='It Is Balloon!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Si3WrEeiwwI/AAAAAAAAA9U/D2iSrBD92QI/s72-c/balloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-7910798577947945403</id><published>2009-06-01T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:59:23.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SiRcw58zEmI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Ak3Q0fbCrNE/s1600-h/bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SiRcw58zEmI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Ak3Q0fbCrNE/s320/bubbles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342497053227553378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually from the same session (such as it is) that produced the image from last week. I do have other stuff to use, but I really wanted to get this one up as well. I suppose I could have posted both under some sort of combined "street" theme, but I didn't feel like it. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually get her name, so she'll just be Bubble Lady to me. I like the way the interior drops out completely (I even planned that!). I don't know for sure if she was bored, or trying to attract customers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-7910798577947945403?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7910798577947945403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/bubbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7910798577947945403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7910798577947945403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/bubbles.html' title='Bubbles'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SiRcw58zEmI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Ak3Q0fbCrNE/s72-c/bubbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-7938600512246933147</id><published>2009-05-26T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:15:16.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/ShwU8bqOYXI/AAAAAAAAA9E/xUq5RVDMXRg/s1600-h/russ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/ShwU8bqOYXI/AAAAAAAAA9E/xUq5RVDMXRg/s320/russ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166286604132722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long weekends make for lazy photographers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Washington last weekend, checking out an art-street-food-fair-thing, and saw Mr. Russ Anderson on stage. I figured if I could catch him after his set ended, he would be right up my alley. And as luck would have it, I was able to do that. He was nice enough to pull his guitar ("signed," as it is, by Tom Petty!) back out of its case. Awfully sporting of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-7938600512246933147?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7938600512246933147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7938600512246933147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7938600512246933147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-man.html' title='Music Man'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/ShwU8bqOYXI/AAAAAAAAA9E/xUq5RVDMXRg/s72-c/russ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-8955660834790373173</id><published>2009-05-17T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:27:45.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tall Hippo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/ShCAcehPomI/AAAAAAAAA80/moSjqz-eXYw/s1600-h/jeff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/ShCAcehPomI/AAAAAAAAA80/moSjqz-eXYw/s320/jeff2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336906785151230562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I seem to be unable to make a choice. So you get multiple images again. If you don't like it, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows we well enough (and to you folks, I deeply apologize) knows how much I like taking pictures of Juggling Jeff. I've seen his act oodles of times, and it never gets old. And he's a darn nice fella, which is a bonus. And...well, words fail me at the moment. So just enjoy the pictures, alrighty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/ShCBQapu-8I/AAAAAAAAA88/3LfZtXkImlE/s1600-h/jeff3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/ShCBQapu-8I/AAAAAAAAA88/3LfZtXkImlE/s320/jeff3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336907677466295234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-8955660834790373173?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8955660834790373173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/tall-hippo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8955660834790373173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8955660834790373173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/tall-hippo.html' title='Tall Hippo'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/ShCAcehPomI/AAAAAAAAA80/moSjqz-eXYw/s72-c/jeff2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-3658341081251749273</id><published>2009-05-11T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:32:56.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sgje6v_ZfvI/AAAAAAAAA8s/u8wdRkvj828/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sgje6v_ZfvI/AAAAAAAAA8s/u8wdRkvj828/s320/car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334758859516509938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTO? Anyone? No? Well never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Overland last weekend shooting something for the Journal(!). It was part farmer's market, part.....other stuff, including a vintage car show (my favorite was the '81 Chevy Chevette in all its glory). There were also other cars on display, such as this one--a '39 Chevy Sedan owned by the awesomely-named Elvis K. Fantroy. Considering I do well to change my own oil, I'm always impressed by the folks who can keep these 70-year old cars in such fine shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-3658341081251749273?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3658341081251749273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-it-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3658341081251749273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/3658341081251749273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-it-ride.html' title='Let it Ride'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sgje6v_ZfvI/AAAAAAAAA8s/u8wdRkvj828/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-5517680520241899363</id><published>2009-05-03T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:21:16.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pipes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sf4zJ08QHNI/AAAAAAAAA8c/x-gS1vDOgZA/s1600-h/pipes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sf4zJ08QHNI/AAAAAAAAA8c/x-gS1vDOgZA/s320/pipes2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331755252776443090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my boss mentioned her landlord, Rich, and that he repaired old organs, I knew I had to get a shot of that. Of course, I have no idea how it ever came up at work, but that's as may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I met Rich at his place down in the city. And it was the darndest thing I think I've ever seen--an entire house full of nothing but old organs (some of the pipe variety, and some of....the other kind), salvaged because he didn't want them to get trashed. And I can't say I blame him. After getting up close with a bunch of them, and seeing how much there is to one of these things, I don't know why anyone would want to trash them in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the specifics of this stuff has slipped my mind. Maybe I'll take notes in the future? We'll see. But I did learn a lot, be sure of that. So the first picture is Rich in front of his "first love." Not his favorite, though. Well, I think it is, but you can't say that too loud in front of the other organs. I know how it is. I try not to play favorites with my guitars, but it can be hard sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second picture, below, is here because, well, I couldn't play favorites, and I liked it as much as the shot up top. I think it works well. Rich isn't totally out of shape from the fish-eye, and the pipes are, but in a cool way. So we all win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, all the verbage means that this is easily my favorite shoot so far. But the others have, of course, been good too, and, well, there I go playing favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sf40vNxQGRI/AAAAAAAAA8k/gX_yT6nG7pw/s1600-h/pipes1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sf40vNxQGRI/AAAAAAAAA8k/gX_yT6nG7pw/s320/pipes1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331756994607978770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-5517680520241899363?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5517680520241899363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/pipes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5517680520241899363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5517680520241899363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/pipes.html' title='Pipes'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sf4zJ08QHNI/AAAAAAAAA8c/x-gS1vDOgZA/s72-c/pipes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-7512577465906396197</id><published>2009-04-27T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:38:28.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Bartender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SfZdTozHnpI/AAAAAAAAA8U/qGfYWHYjgvE/s1600-h/stan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SfZdTozHnpI/AAAAAAAAA8U/qGfYWHYjgvE/s320/stan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329549800990285458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this, as a shot in general. But I don't think I did as good a job capturing Mr. Stan Luckett as I could have. I tried a few different angles and lenses, but nothing really seemed to click. I guess it's just another one of those growing pains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan is quite an interesting fellow. Actually has a degree in cutting hair, but, if memory serves, he inherited the bar from his uncle. And the man is just full of stuff to talk about. I probably could have sat and listened for much longer, but it was getting late. Such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have him take the hat off--it seemed like it was a part of him, and removing it would be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-7512577465906396197?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7512577465906396197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-bartender.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7512577465906396197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/7512577465906396197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-bartender.html' title='Hey Bartender'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SfZdTozHnpI/AAAAAAAAA8U/qGfYWHYjgvE/s72-c/stan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-8363128627298265512</id><published>2009-04-19T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:38:29.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi-Keeba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Set8oRmlnDI/AAAAAAAAA8M/UxYHzYaArdQ/s1600-h/joel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Set8oRmlnDI/AAAAAAAAA8M/UxYHzYaArdQ/s320/joel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326488015657606194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent program at work featured Chris Bradford, who wrote a book called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Young Samurai&lt;/span&gt;. Bradford is quite the accomplished martial artist (actual phrase?), and in keeping with that spirit, we had some demonstrations from area schools before the program started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is Joel Hubbard, of &lt;a href="http://www.stlouisselfdefense.com/"&gt;St. Louis Self-Defense &amp; Fitness&lt;/a&gt;, who happens to be friends with someone I know at work (gotta milk these connections, you know). So he was nice enough to pose for me, and this is probably my favorite so far. I might have even previsualized this one, so I can't recall for sure. I do know I watched his demo BEFORE shooting, so I knew what kind of pose I wanted. Joel is a third-degree black belt, which is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-8363128627298265512?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8363128627298265512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-keeba.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8363128627298265512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8363128627298265512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-keeba.html' title='Hi-Keeba!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Set8oRmlnDI/AAAAAAAAA8M/UxYHzYaArdQ/s72-c/joel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-246859749608707288</id><published>2009-04-12T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:58:13.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shave and a Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SeKbkJSbN6I/AAAAAAAAA8E/cCn_1PDAN98/s1600-h/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SeKbkJSbN6I/AAAAAAAAA8E/cCn_1PDAN98/s320/hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323988754776143778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been in a barber shop for a hair cut, even though there's one right down the street from my house. Weird. This particular shop used to advertise being the home of Floyd the Singing Barber. Sadly, I think those sign are down. But Chris, who owns the shop, was nice enough to pose for me (even if I sounded like a spaz trying to explain the premise of this blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I did as well as possible here--I forgot to talk to him a bit, to lighten the atmosphere. Probably because I was rushing to get a good shot before any customers arrived. I'm still learning this portrait thing, so it's weird to be (to some extent), unsatisfied with my work. Oh well, it'll work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-246859749608707288?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/246859749608707288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/shave-and-hair-cut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/246859749608707288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/246859749608707288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/shave-and-hair-cut.html' title='Shave and a Hair Cut'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SeKbkJSbN6I/AAAAAAAAA8E/cCn_1PDAN98/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-8518170412352097411</id><published>2009-04-06T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:40:01.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sdova52FKGI/AAAAAAAAA70/9XFS2mPit3A/s1600-h/drummers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sdova52FKGI/AAAAAAAAA70/9XFS2mPit3A/s320/drummers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321618048942418018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Chicago over the weekend, and I figured if I couldn't find a decent portrait there, then.....well, it would have been a bad thing. So I was excited when we happened across these drummers. Even better is that they all posed, ever so slightly, when I took their picture. It's hard to tell maybe, but you'll have to trust me on that one. It also worked well, because one of the names on my list was street musician(s). So that can get crossed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sdov_PR2h5I/AAAAAAAAA78/x-Uhf_L_QC0/s1600-h/hugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sdov_PR2h5I/AAAAAAAAA78/x-Uhf_L_QC0/s320/hugs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321618673171335058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it was 'free hug day,' since there were multiple groups scattered around town doling them out. This group was outside Navy Pier, and was more than happy to exchange a hug for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-8518170412352097411?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8518170412352097411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/chicago.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8518170412352097411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/8518170412352097411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/Sdova52FKGI/AAAAAAAAA70/9XFS2mPit3A/s72-c/drummers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-5134884474853417710</id><published>2009-03-30T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:56:43.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Jewel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SdEwOP3-k9I/AAAAAAAAA7o/fql6o1G6N-0/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SdEwOP3-k9I/AAAAAAAAA7o/fql6o1G6N-0/s320/dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319085656238887890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Daniel Boone branch had an Indian Folk Dance competition on Friday night, and I figured the bright costumes and jewelry would make for a good portrait (it didn't hurt that a black back-drop was set up for the event). It took a few minutes to fully explain to mom and dad exactly what I wanted, and then to explain that it wasn't really for any particular purpose other than my own...technical growth? I gave them one of my cards if they wanted a copy of the picture, but have yet to hear from them. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, mom was really helpful in getting her in just the pose I wanted. So I think this worked out well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title? Eh. I decided a 'Mysterious Ways' reference would have been too obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-5134884474853417710?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5134884474853417710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/indian-jewel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5134884474853417710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/5134884474853417710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/indian-jewel.html' title='Indian Jewel'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/SdEwOP3-k9I/AAAAAAAAA7o/fql6o1G6N-0/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-4184459955745897054</id><published>2009-03-22T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:13:32.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All The World's a Stage</title><content type='html'>So here we are again. I thought I was going to take a full month off, but circumstances dictated that I begin a little sooner on this endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and what is that? Portraits, of course. Vaguely inspired by a few other things (and photographers) I've come across, but more or less of my love of people who, in my mind, have interesting jobs, collections, or (in at least one case) facial hair. I have an ever-growing list of people I plan on shooting, so there's no lack of subject material. And it seems like I keep coming across more and more people, so I don't think I'll be putting a time limit on this one. I mean, it might run its course in about a year, but we'll see. I think the goal is just to check off everyone on my list. Thankfully, I have lots of connections that will make this a much easier prospect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for posting, expect about one a week, maybe two, depending on how easy (or not) it is to schedule shoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I should note that as much as I love portraits, I don't do them very often. So another part of this project is a learning experience for me. We'll see if I get better as we go along.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting us off are two performers from the Paul Mesner Puppets of Kansas City. They've been in town doing some programs for us at work, and I thought they'd be great additions. So first is Mike Horner and his friend Jack (of the beanstalk fame), and then Gabby Baculi, who must know something about Red that I don't. The show, I should add, is an adaptation of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales&lt;/span&gt;, and is highly hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/ScbF30GE8sI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/pV7mMCQ9IkA/s1600-h/mike+and+jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/ScbF30GE8sI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/pV7mMCQ9IkA/s320/mike+and+jack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316153972825060034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/ScbF_31Di6I/AAAAAAAAA7g/KyNp_HAtCHM/s1600-h/gabby+and+red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/ScbF_31Di6I/AAAAAAAAA7g/KyNp_HAtCHM/s320/gabby+and+red.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316154111266360226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-4184459955745897054?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4184459955745897054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-worlds-stage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/4184459955745897054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/4184459955745897054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-worlds-stage.html' title='All The World&apos;s a Stage'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTT497p3_sA/ScbF30GE8sI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/pV7mMCQ9IkA/s72-c/mike+and+jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220604484144401412.post-6927893242655195281</id><published>2009-03-20T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:41:34.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>Watch this space for further photographic shenanigans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(like, in the next couple days, I suspect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220604484144401412-6927893242655195281?l=the-peopleproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6927893242655195281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/greetings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6927893242655195281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220604484144401412/posts/default/6927893242655195281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-peopleproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395251881660260512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
