Golden Hour, Chicago Style 

Dusk descends in pink on the lights of this big-shouldered town.

Apologies to Carl Sandburg. Nonetheless, I feel his inspiration.

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Sydney Gulls

Sydney Opera House
Sydney, Australia

I was on something of a junket, getting an orientation on Motorola’s business at the Haworth offices in Sydney. There for five days, the briefings managed to fill about a day and a half. As a result, I spent a lot of time buying and playing with my first SLR camera (the Canon Digital Rebel XT) and getting sick from some virulent antipodean spores growing in my top-floor hotel room at the Holiday Inn Darling Harbour.

It was supposed to be a great week on my own, the trip a mini-reward for turning our little business into a going concern. It turned out to be a nightmare, and the last time I would go to Australia for over a decade despite having once considering becoming an Aussie myself.

Anyway, this photo is one of the best pictures I have ever taken. Sheer luck: the light was right, the composition superb, and the subjects interesting. It is one of the very few pieces of extant evidence that somewhere deep inside of me there is a mediocre photographer.