One of the photography students in the BFA (senior independent project) classes has been photographing homestead in the area. She's been having a couple of issues with handling exposures and contrast in the dimly lit interiors. Since we didn't hold class on Friday I was happy to go out with her and another student to help. We went to a couple of neat homesteads. One was in Hog Hollow, the other was in Squirrel. Those are a couple of sweet place names. Anyway, I was primarily there to help the students, but I managed to make a few photographs.
The weather report called for a low of somewhere between 28-34 Saturday night. We still had a few vegetables in the garden that needed to be picked. Most of it was ripe, but we still had a lot of green tomatoes. Anyway, we picked it all. We made fresh salsa, fried up some green beans, grilled zucchini and squash, and have green tomatoes lining our window sills. This morning the car windows were icy. I guess our growing season has come to an end. The arctic death of winter can't be far off.
Today when I was in the art office on campus a student said to me: "Can I ask you a question?" He then looked at me for a good 2 seconds (which is a long time when you're waiting) and said "uhhh nevermind, I need to find a face to paint but.." and then he just sort of trailed off. I left before he had to awkwardly get out of whatever he was going to say. It was pretty funny, but I guess I don't have a future in modeling, dang.
Mike Slade is going to show a selection of his Great Salt Lake imagery in our university art gallery. Brian was asked by our gallery director to curate the show. He was going down to Mike's for that purpose and I tagged along. Along with editing Mike's images for the show we also helped him make a few frames and cut some matte board. I also taught Mike's son Connor (or maybe it's Conner) a thing or two about tetherball.
The other day while doing bird counts at Mud Lake I was able to approach this pair of mating dragonflies. Apparently this is known as a mating wheel. They didn't seem too concerned until I tried to remove a weed that was in the way, which caused them to fly away.
I teach photography at a private University in Rexburg, Idaho. I am married and have three sons. My time is divided between teaching, fly-fishing, photographing, birding, and hanging out.