The Amazing Adventures of a Zoobroker and a Sentiographer
Rule #417: If you expect to be slapped on a regular basis, growing a beard provides a nice cushion. Rule #301: There are worse places to drink a bloody maria in an empty bar than Scruffy McFiddlefaddens.
SLLLLLLaP! from Sir Arthur SpamZalot on Vimeo.
Zoo and I moseyed over to My Brother's Bar tonight. Great greasy bar food, conversation was fun and the staff was user-friendly. Recommend it.
Here is what it looks like in the daytime:
Had a little time to gout out and explore our neighborhood tonight and do some night photography.
Colorado music session #1 from Sir Arthur SpamZalot on Vimeo.
Today, we jammed at the practice space Dog House Music in Lafayette, CO. Just a taste of the relaxed, fun musical explorations we had in a 2 hour span. Note: We are hack musicians. NOTE: Not to be taken seriously.
Photo from the session:
I was fortunate to be the recipient of a home-cooked meal by Zoobroker today. That dude can cook. Seriously. Ribeye salad with roasted garlic broccoli, hard-boiled eggs, bacon from hell, and spinach/romaine mix.
Happy 4th of July, everyone!
So we're kind mostly settled in here in Denver down at the riverfront. Today we bought a frisbee at REI that has blue LEDs. This image is eight minutes of vigorous tossing about. (pant, pant...) I like the B/W infrared version most (Via DxO's Film Pack 3, Kodak HIE setting tweaked a bit):
I feel like I am in an episode of Bleach. Like.
And here is the color version, that has a beauty of its own - 8x 2-minutes exposures stacked in Ps:
After Zoo and I drank appropriate amounts of bourbon, I headed out solo to get some long exposures. I made HDRs, stacks and just plain long exposures. Mixed bag of tricks - errr... techniques. Not bad for a few hours' work, I think. And getting star trails within city limits is near-unheard of! Proud.
Salt Lake City may not be the new Austin, but we did find a nice whiskey bar across the street from my hotel -- the Bourbon House. Rule #71: If you get drunk in Kansas and are let your friend's dad tattoo you, don't complain when your Fleur-de-Lys looks like a turtle.
Rule #204: If you are a fan of American soccer, don't smile so much. Your team sucks. Doubly so for Real Salt Lake fans.
Rule #143: If you sit within earshot, are a brunette with glasses, do not be surprised when the brown man gets fresh.
Rule #782: If you're in Salt Lake City on a Saturday, you should probably check out Bourbon House.
Duckface. There. I did it. Now that we got that out of the way, I promise you will never see it again. This is an act of irony.
From JFK to SFO, then rubber met the road and now I sit in Reno, ready for another journey.
This time around it's in pursuit of art. One month of art.
Stay tuned for productivity on steroids. We aim to create.