The man who baptized me.

Finalizing plans. 36 hours before my friend Mark takes off for a year, hitch hiking across the county.I’d driven down from Omaha to once again bid farewell to my dear friend Mark. It seems like we said goodbye more often than we say hello these days. It started in high school when Mark went to Russia sometime around spring for a mission’s trip. Then I was off to France in the fall. Then Mark went to bible college in Missouri where it became readily apparent that he would not be staying for long. He subsequently became a college drop out, and was once again back in Nebraska. But now it was my turn to cross the border and settle for the next couple of years in the Show Me state. There’ve been trips in between…Mark will stop in to town for a brief overnight visit or I’d sneak out to the country for a drive in his jeep while I was back to visit the “L” spot for a day or so. The first of January I moved to New York and the divide grew even further. Finally we were in the same state for a entire summer, or so I thought.
Last week Mark began a year’s journey hitch hiking across the country. With enough money to get him by for at most two months, a cell phone, ipod, and assumable his bible, Brad, Mark’s cousin, dropped him off in the exotic town of Ogallala.
He waited. I imagine him standing there with his thumb out hungry for a ride in the 95 degree heat and humidity drenching his clothes in sweat, waiting for someone, any one to pick him up. Here’s a few lines from his journey…

“At a bosselman travel center somewhere in the middle of Nebraska I’m waiting for a ride. Any ride. After an hour of standing in the sun by the side of the road with my sign I realized something. This isn’t going to be as easy as I thought…
I figure once I stop sweating and get some water in me I’ll head back out and pray for a ride. That’s really all I can do…and I’m fine with that. One of my desires for this trip is for my dependence on God to grow. As of right now, I think it would be impossible for it not to.”

You can read about Mark’s travels at blog.myspace.com/markthornton…
And whatever your beliefs may be, prayers, positive vibes, good thoughts, etc… are welcomed and encouraged.

Midnight in the city.

It’s late, and there’s a drunk guy behind you making snide quips about being a small girl with a big camera, but your absorbed in the light and expression on this other guys face just outside the window. It’s not soft morning light, or the flattering light during golden hour, it’s mixed light. A nightmare to most. Aggressive and uncontrollable, just like midnights in the city. And his look says, “don’t fuck with me.” So you take just one picture, brush off the drunk guy, and recede back to the table of the sleepless.

July 14, 2007 - 1:30 am

Jeronimo Nisa - I can’t even start telling you how much i like this pic, Mags. That’s a real f* light and you handled it pretty well.

July 18, 2007 - 5:05 pm

Pawel Maciejewski - I love it as well. The red “thing” around is a little bit disturbing but the overall impression is extremely good. It reminds me of some old holywood movies… Dark, moody atmosphere of a town and its darker corners…

This one is for Parker, because he can't see the color in this photo.

Even at midnight, after shooting all day and editing all evening, I couldn’t resist. I was so close to just putting the keys in my ignition and driving the few blocks home to my bed at the manor. “what the hell,” I thought, getting back out of my car and walking towards her. “Do you mind if I take your picture? I’m a photographer.” She only paused to think about it for a second. “sure,” she said.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be creepy, but the lights pretty cool on you.”
“it’s ok. I have a friend that’s a photographer.”

July 9, 2007 - 2:47 pm

ParkerMB - there is something so different about shooting for yourself than for someone else, almost doesnt matter if youve been shooting all day. and i do like the yellow, thank you for posting it :)

July 14, 2007 - 1:28 am

Jeronimo Nisa - this little story says it all: you ARE a photographer!

My grandma, Virgina


Sometimes I get nervous when she sleeps. There’ve been nights where I wait outside her door till I hear her stir. Then I release the breath I’ve been holding in and tip toe quietly away.

July 5, 2007 - 4:44 pm

Jeronimo Nisa - The light is wonderful!Is she sick?

July 5, 2007 - 10:38 pm

MAGGIE RIFE - she’s just old, and this particular night, very sad.

July 7, 2007 - 1:36 am

Chris - you’re a sweet one maggie rife

July 9, 2007 - 2:45 pm

ParkerMB - i didnt realize that your and her time had overlapped. the light from that cabinet is very eerie but perfect for the scene.