That sounds like a lot of data, but it is the output of June’s shooting. I am absolutely drowning in pictures. My photo drive went from “okay” to “full” in like a week.
First, Sarah documented Team “Mother Friendly” Kickass kicking ASS.
Okay, so just to bore everyone, here’s a random thing that I shot one day:
We weren’t just hanging out making faces, it was a party, man.
On the way to the party (sixth and fourth? Fourth and sixth? We were lost), Sarah and I ran into Critical Mass. Lately I’ve been on the “maybe they shouldn’t be such jerks” bandwagon, but then again, it’s civil disobedience, right? It’s not a comment made towards people like me: I follow traffic laws and give cyclists room on the roads — it’s a statement about the actual violence directed towards cyclists, both verbally and literally. A car is a lethal weapon, but you’d have to try awfully hard to murder someone with a bicycle.
Anyway, next time I’ll throw the wider lens on and go all the way to the middle of the street, perhaps while blowing a whistle so that I don’t get run over.
Did I even post anything from Pride? Man, that was so ridiculously awesome. I turned in two prints from the goings on.
“Please give me a million dollars and a fridge with a padlock and, heh, oh, yeah, huge pectoral muscles.”
This is the one that I turned in for class. I can’t help but say “faaaaaaaaaaaaaabulous” when I look at it.
There was dancing cake!!!!!!!!11!!!eleven!!!
Cake is HOT!
The North Star Roller Girls are apparently going to do their thing at the MPLS convention center this fall. I have no further excuse, so I will be walking the two blocks to hang a lens over the rail and make some quality blurs.
Is this one completely ridiculous?