I’ve been here before, a few times actually, but it has been a while- not since the P-I I think. And actually I don’t think I could ever not enjoy spending the day shooting commercial airplanes being put together. It’s just cool.
I’ve been shooting a bit for Bloomberg News of late, which has been nice. They like to look inside places that not everyone gets to see. Like Boeing’s 737 factory. This here is actually a 787 being delivered to China Southern. I’ll post the much more interesting factory pictures once the embargo has expired.
Zulily. Blue Nile. Now Home Depot. The first two he founded- he chairs all three. Wow. I can change the brakes on my van…how does that stack up?
These are some images from a feature that I shot for Seattle Met about timber poaching in the Olympic National Forest. Great article. And perhaps more interesting than my pictures was how I got them. It’s not like there are maps drawn up to where folks poach trees. I was given GPS coordinates and told which road to start hiking from. All was going well until a.) my iphone battery died, and b.) a magnet on my camera strap reversed the polarity on my compass. And then it started raining.
Flying standby, waiting to board. Flagstaff. This past week has been…a lot of things, really. But no one thing more than exhausting. Since entering the land of the Navajo I’ve eaten lamb intestine, inhaled a cubic yard of windblown dust, met sheep herders, hairspray drinkers, and shamanic visionaries. I helped rustle cattle and photographed a miner’s son race a once-wild horse across an exposed seam of coal. But most indelible was achieving a vivid sense of how powerless so many people are out there. And the mine. The mine that eats everything. I’m very excited to wrangle with my images and video over the next couple weeks, working with Claudia Rowe to put together stories for Marguerite Casey, Equal Voice News and whomever else we can get to publish them.