Aluminé, Argentina. March, 2019
Patagonia
I just returned from a trip down to Argentina and Chile. I have many images to sort through and edit but I find the images I’m most interested in seeing when I get home are the images I take of people.
Gaucho near Aluminé, Argentina. He was in his Sunday best and was cooking a lamb over an open fire and coals when I took this shot.
Fly Fishing Guide
Below is a portrait of Fall River Fly Fishing guide Steve Marugg. He's a sweet man with a kind heart. I met Steve at a dinner party a few nights ago near the Fall River. He has lived and guided in Argentina as well and we spoke our mutually poor Spanish at the dinner table, annoying undoubtedly, those who were within earshot.
Steve Marugg. Fall River Mills, California. 2016
Portraits Of An Idaho Resident
Over the course of this summer and moving forward, a dirt road I frequently drive near Sun Valley, Trail Creek, is being paved. It's really quite a bummer for me for numerous reasons including it just doesn't seem to make sense to pave a road that gets as little use as this road gets in addition to the astronomical costs associated with paving and the potentially increased driving speeds--think open range livestock grazing--and the fact that it's just a special place that will likely see increased use due to the fact the road will no longer puncture tires at the same rate.
With all of that said, I have been stopped daily on my way to guiding the Lost River by a few flaggers working the road construction zone. A week or so ago, one of the flaggers, a woman with a "stop" and "slow" sign stopped me and as we talked mentioned she wanted to give me something. Keep in mind I had at this point been stopped by this woman many times prior and generally rolled down my window to talk with her. I wanted to ask her about her blow horn attached to the pole of her sign and why she calls her little car parked off to the side "The Chicken Chaser." What are her days like? I have been thinking of writing a short story in the perspective of a flagger and thought, why not try to talk with as many flaggers as possible? This particular one, Susie, always has a smile and is talkative and tough in her own ways. Think of standing with a stop/slow sign for up to 12 hours a day. Meditative? Sore legs and back? Rain and hail storms... Dust. Rude impatient drivers.
She walked over to "The Chicken Chaser" and opened the rear end and sorted through a cooler and walked over to me with a handful of canned goods. She handed through the window of my dirty suburban corn relish and sweet pickles and tomatoes with jalapenos all from her garden in Challis, Idaho. She mentioned she liked me due to the fact I talk with her and probably find a way to make her smile.
Her name is Susie and a few days later I was once again stopped by her and I asked if I could get a portrait or two of her.
Two Portraits
A couple portraits of my boys from the sled hill today. Kids show such an excitement toward little simple things. Their defense systems down. Just sledding. True present tense attitude at its best. I love the bottom image simply for what it is, yet technically it is far from perfect. So when I view the bottom image, taken today, despite the imperfections of sharpness and glare, I really am happy with it...
"All children are artists. The problem is to remain one when you grow up." --Picasso
nikon D3s & nikon 50 f1.8 lens