Power
I got the chance to film a concert at the Cascade Theatre in Redding Ca. This little redhead blew the roof off. It wasn’t a show of skill alone, it was of the passion and power behind her as a person. I know her personally, and I have heard her sing professionally, but to see her very soul projected over a crowd was a beautiful thing. I was trying to film through tears as she worshipped God in her own powerful way. She sang, and then came the Spirit of God on the place.
A REVIVALIST
I was reading Blue Like Jazz today, and Donald Miller was talking about how he once heard of a man who wept as he was asked who Jesus was to him. I was struck with a deep longing to know Jesus like that. I know a few men that weep at the thought of Jesus. I look up to those men more than any. I hope to become such a friend to Jesus that I cannot hear of Him without being overcome with joy and love. I long to be a son. This picture is of one of those men. I had the honor of filming Ray’s show about revivals and revivalists. Ray Hughes is a hero and such a wonderful man of God. He once told us stories through welling tears about our spiritual fathers while in the studio, it was a special time for me.
A Revivalist.
Do it.
Adventure No. 1
(Policia maditorum)
-Sit at a table at Cinnabon.
-Start time lapse of sun in baggage claim area to catch the sunset and people moving.
-Notice security and realize how bad this could get for me.
-Get happy after not being taken to a little room.
-A real cop walks up to me. (almost wet pants)
-Get I.D. taken and scolded for my lack of common sense.
-I.D. gets returned and I immediately upload photos for time lapse.
Conclusion, Whatever it takes to catch beauty, do it.
Old 35mm
I found some old film today, 3 rolls. It was like Christmas. I love film, I love the process, I love the mystery. Composing a shot, calculating light and time, Every shot mattering and being an important moment to capture. I used outdated film which always makes some cool effects. I started shooting on black and white 35mm, and would usually spend hours on one print from rolling it to developing negatives, and then into the darkroom where I would cut my paper, do test strips, set my enlarger, and develop the print. I remember spending so many hours in complete dark and focus with only dim red light to see my work, and then stepping out into blinding light to see what the finished product was like. It was such a beautiful thing. I miss the smell of developer and fixer on my hands. I miss the way it felt to have to wait until your negatives dried to see what you got. I remember my photography teacher in the room rolling 50 rolls by hand to shoot a wedding, and then developing hundreds of shots, matting them to frames and giving them to his client for under half of what people now charge for digital instant images fixed up in post. I guess the traditionalist in me is here to remember the old way and honor that dying art that inspires beauty.
This was shot on either my Canon AE-1, or my Argus c3, or a friends Nikon. I am not sure, but I do know that I lean towards the Argus because I would often forget that I had to manually advance the film and get a lot of double exposures. This photo is not doctored at all or put through a hipstamatic plug or photoshop, just straight luck. 
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