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Northern Arizona’s Highway 89 Revisited
Here are some of the few thousand shots that I captured on our RV trip across America last summer. Highway 89 in Northern Arizona had the prettiest scenery of the whole trip. It didn’t hurt that we were there at sunset either!!!
When the Red Met the Kentucky
As a native of Clay City, I’ve seen Red River annually destroy my hometown with its flood waters.
I’ve waded it, swam it, drove through it, drank it, fished it, photographed it, and floated most of it in a john boat with some of the purest muskie fishermen in the world.
I’ve been at its headwaters in Morgan County, but only a few times have I been at its mouth in Clark County. I was on an assignment in Trapp this morning and decided to go down and see what I could find with my camera at the point where Red River empties into the Kentucky River.
It was no Cape Cod, but it was quintessential Red River.
Along The Way… Inside the Boiler
An East Kentucky Power Employee welds inside a boiler at Dale Station Power Plant on the Kentucky River at Boonesboro. The temperatures that day were hovering around 105 degrees.
Little Miss Magic Turns 8
I’m a few hours late with this. Laura turned 8 years old Saturday. I know this sounds like a cliche, but it’s hard to believe that my little baby girl is growing up so fast. In true Laura fashion she planned her own birthday party, which included calling her grandmothers and telling them what they needed to cook and bring.
Laura and I have decided that Little Miss Magic by Jimmy Buffett is our song. Here are a few lyrics and pictures of my Little Miss Magic over the past 8 years.
Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
The clever little glances she gives me can’t help but be appealing
She loves to ride into town with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin
Chorus:
I see a little more of me everyday
I catch a little more moustache turning gray
Your mother is the only other woman for me
Little miss magic, what you gonna be?
Sometimes I catch her dreamin and wonder where that little mind meanders
Is she strollin along the shore or cruisin oer the broad savannah
I know someday she’ll learn to make up her own rhymes
Someday she’s gonna learn how to fly
Oh that I wont deny
Chorus:
I catch a little more dialogue comin my way
I see those big brown eyes just start to lookin astray
Your mothers still the only other woman for me
Little miss magic, what you gonna be?
Yes she loves to ride into town with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin
Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
Those clever little looks she gives just can’t help but be appealing
I know someday shell learn to make up her own rhymes
One day she’s gonna learn how to fly
That I wont deny
Chorus:
I see a little more of me everyday
I feel a little more moustache turning gray
Your mother’s still the only other woman for me
Little miss magic, what you gonna be?
Little miss magic, what you gonna be?
Little miss magic, just can’t wait to see
Its raining, it’s pouring
Your old man is snoring
It all started here, December 20, 2002
We took Laura to the beach with us the summer before she was born.
August 6, 2003
Big brothers checked out all the equipment before she was born.
I bought her this little pink bear at the hospital gift shop the day she was born, and she still sleeps with it 8 years later.
Helping Mom make a grocery list
Angie gives Laura her first haircut.
She spent Christmas Eve 2003 in the same gown that Natalie wore on her first Christmas in 1973.
Laura shares some of her first birthday cake with me.
Playing war games with her brothers
When we moved to our new house in 2005, she didn’t want to sleep in her new bedroom, and spent the next nine months sleeping on
a recliner in our bedroom.
Little Mary Poppins
Kissing mommy
In the shadows with Nolan
Her little pink bear still in tow
You’re all grown up now (or at least it seems that way)
Happy Birthday Laura Kathryn!!!!
Along The Way… Kentucky Fiddler John Harrod
I was pleasantly surprised to come home from church camp this week and see the August issue of Kentucky Living. I had put a lot of work and mileage into the August and September issues of Kentucky Living. While September is still on the editing table, August is in the mailbox with Kentucky Fiddler and music historian John Harrod gracing its cover. I did the shoot with John and his wife Tona at their home, on a beautiful, green ridge in Owen County. Their home is the epitome of sustainable living with rain barrels, compost, a garden, and solar panels in the works. The house on the hill even comes equipped with a separate library, and John’s vast collection of Kentucky traditional music. In his early years, John was a Rhodes Scholar from Centre College, even making the basketball team at Oxford.
I pretty much pulled out all of my lighting gear for this shoot. I did a Joe McNally special on the outside shots, including the cover shot, with several smaller speed lights, then I set up three strobes with beauty dishes, and a spot grid for the inside shots. For the outside shots, I ramped up my shutter speed to darken the background, and then darkened the corners even more in Lightroom. It had just rained that morning, and the overcast skies made it easier to use my lights, because I wasn’t fighting with the sun or shadows.
As a Kentucky deer hunter, I looked forward to making this trip to Owen County, because it’s the deer hunting capital of Kentucky. By the time I left, I had spied eleven deer.
