From the rooftop.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Ada Park, where it all began... Now that I have photographed every pool on my list, I went back to Ada to get a self portrait.
Went back to Ada where it all started and got some better shots of the signs (da Park). I made it there for open swim. The water was deliciously cold. I met a young man (brent, 16) I whipped him in a swim race across the short end of the pool and later whipped him and and his friend to the rope. hahaha. He helped me take the above shots.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Thank you, Thursday!
I had a sweet photoshoot today with my good friend's kids (below).
Drove up north to Gompers Park, where the old black woman working the door let me into "family swim" because, "It's hotter than Hell today..." Took pics of a nice Latin Family with a baby, swam.
Hit two more pools, swam some more.
Picked up my framed Jason Lazarus print at Yoko's.
And now, Sultan's Market! Delicious, well-deserved treat. It's a pain in the ass getting there and parking because it is like 4:30 at the 6 corners. I throw on my flashers and as I'm running up the street to the store a huge SUV (with rims!) turns the wrong way down the street. Stops and an undercover detective leans out the window, points at me:
Him: Get over here!
Me: (walks over, might be worth mentioning here that I am in a wet bikini and towel)
Him: (angry) You can't just make a U-turn WHEREVER YOU WANT! You CANNOT drive your car in reverse down a one way street, and I'm pretty sure YOU CAN'T PARK THERE!
Me: So....move my car? (thinking, Gosh, when you put it like that...)
Him: YES! Move your car. (stares at me)
Me: and...don't drive like a jerk?
Him: Yeah, (almost to himself) don't drive like a jerk.
OK, no Sultan's for me...
Him: (overheard as he tries to get out of his bad spot facing the wrong way on a one way street with a packed North Avenue behind him) Get out of my fucking way!
Hahahahaha, where does he think I learned to drive like that? Hello, watching cops!! It was like my audacity personally offended him(...only people like HIM can drive like THAT, and only in the name of justice!) And/or he was sort of in awe of my sweet git-r-done driving skills.
Went home and BBQ'd myself some ribs.
Fresh portrait of my friend Terri's son John. I gave him a guitar to honor his (partial) namesake, Johnny Rotten. Nothing like cute kids and good assistant to make a shoot go well!