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Damn Good Pictures

Saturday, January 16th, 2010

My niece Shannon got married last summer. Before the wedding, she told me about the photographer she’d hired, Jamie Bosworth. She gave me Jamie’s website address. I went in and had a look. Her work drew me in and I kept looking through wedding pictures of people I didn’t know. I kind of wanted to be the people in those pictures.  I wanted to go to the places where the weddings took place. I wanted to be able to take pictures like that. What’s more, Jamie has a blog where she posts pictures that aren’t weddings. And she writes. She writes really well.

Shannon’s wedding pictures came and despite the fact there were HARDLY ANY PICTURES OF ME, they were pretty damn wonderful. Shannon and Randy got married in Condon. Jamie took pictures of the bride and groom in a stubble field, she took pictures of them next to grain elevators. I love these pictures, in part because they have my niece and new nephew in them and they look happy, but also because of the beauty of the place. Jamie took shots of places around Condon. She saw what people from there love about that place, why we’re proud to be from there.

A week or so ago, I placed an order for some of Shannon’s wedding pictures. Jamie had a question about  my order, so she called me. It was a fine conversation. We went from the particulars of her questions about my order, to me telling her about how much I like her work, and her blog. She told me a little about herself, but you can find out more if you here.  You won’t be disappointed.

Frosted

Sunday, December 27th, 2009

Almost every winter, in Condon, there’s a bout of freezing fog. It’s like having snow, without the bad roads. The fog comes in and freezes  thick on everything. The trees get a flocking, all the dry grasses turn white and fat, barbed wire softens.  It’s beautiful.

Bill and I went walking Christmas morning. The freezing fog turned me grey. When we walked the day before, it was sunny and I regretted not having my sunglasses. This time I had them. Just in case. Maybe they kept my eyes from turning frosty.

Walking in the cold like that is a giddy kind of challenge. It woke me up and my face hurt and, when I took off my gloves to snap a picture, my hands got so cold I didn’t think I’d get them warm again. I wondered if we were a little bit stupid, going out in it. No one else was out, it being Christmas morning, it being crazy cold. But we did our full walk, up by the golf course, the old granary, past the fairgrounds and the cemetery, to the airport, then back by way of the new granaries.

Walking around Condon always makes me want to write. It’s that kind of place.