a holiday gift for bulb followers

happy holidays to you all! here is a little token from baron & reynolds:
photographs!

this weeks topic is "tangerine".

Any time I eat fruit, I think of the texture of the skin. No idea why. When Sarah said our project was Tangerine, I though of shooting everything Orange. Then anything fruit-ish that is growing (but in the winter, next to impossible), then I thought about taking my camera to the store and shooting the fruits and vegetable displays and quickly realized that the store management would frown upon that pretty quick. Especially when I bring in some speedlights and light stands. Instead I raided our fridge and captured the skin of various items. Noticing the all the differences was fascinating. How did the nicks get there or the scratches? The random brown spots. All the perfect imperfections.

image by craig reynolds

image by craig reynolds

image by craig reynolds

image by craig reynolds

image by craig reynolds

i do not like citrus fruit. or fruit in general, for that matter.

i do like the color orange though.

i imagine that someone who likes tangerines would tell me that 

an orange is not the same as a tangerine,

but i don't care.

i like orange and tangerines are orange.

image by sarah c baron

image by sarah c baron

happy monday to you all

as reynolds and i pile into our cars and prepare for our commutes,
we bid you a cheerful "good morning"!
reynolds has a far longer journey than i, as he passes through the mountains of regular and west virginias
on his way back to columbus.
i begin my day atop a surprisingly cold garage rooftop in uptown charlotte.
it is a remarkably quiet place at 6 in the morning
and it reminds me to upload and email my weekly photo submissions...

solitude a la reynolds & baron...

I've been an introvert my entire life. I once thought I was shy, and to a degree, around women, I am, but the truth is that I like being alone. With my thoughts to keep me company, I use that time to look inward and analyze who I am and what I've become. Lately, I've had nothing but time alone as I'm working in Columbus, Ohio, leaving my fiance and kids in Charlotte. Every weekend I go home because being away from them becomes harder and harder. I miss their energy, their presence. Walking into my apartment after spending the weekend with them sucks. So I hop in my car and think. I think about the foundation I am laying to provide for my family. I think about how much I like my car. I think about the photos I'd love to take along my route (one day I'm going to do it) and I think about how much I love my family. So much, I'm willing to sacrifice this time with them.

image by craig reynolds

image by craig reynolds

embrace it

cherish it 

use it

or it will eat at you

image by sarah c baron

image by sarah c baron

history of photo experiments with digital pinhole

i do not have a digital camera,
but i purchased a dustless pinhole body cap from
pinhole resource so my students could experiment with one of my favorite forms of photography!
the history of photo students at aich attempted digital pinhole out a few weeks ago
with beautiful results...

image by amanda adams

image by suzie diaz

image by sarah grantham

image by kamisha linen

image by amir martin

image by lamar myers

image by courtney parlier

image by paul tilton

image by uraina weaver

image by kendra witherspoon

image by jason woods

seasonal affective disorder

are you really happy?
is that a problem for you?
let reynolds & baron take care of that good mood for you!

topic: ...it feels like a memory

Since I've relocated to Columbus, OH I've had to revert back to my winter ways. Scrapers, longer socks, boots, long sleeve shirts, layers. I haven't scraped snow and ice off of my car window in 6 years, so the other morning, out of habit, I jumped in my car one morning, put my things down, started my car and quickly realized I couldn't see through my windows due to the frosty covering. It brought me back to when I was a little dude, and watching my mom or dad get out of the car to scrape the windows while I sat inside the running car, doing my best to stay warm. I'd look at the patterns the snow and ice made while I shivered, until that loud scraping sound would wipe it all out, giving me a clear view of one of the two people who loved me most as a little kid. For a brief moment, I waited for that scraping sound.

"frozen window" by craig reynolds

"frozen window II" by craig reynolds

i remember waiting for my dad to come home from work...

6 o'clock on the dot; by 6:15 he was in his swimsuit.

rambunctious, tossing, laughter, trampoline, splash

floating, skimming, balancing, smelling of chlorine

summers were fun as the family floated around.

winters were hollow as leaves replaced our tanned bodies.

you'd think i'd dislike the latter part of the year,

but i enjoy the bittersweetness of winter... it makes the memories that much sweeter.

image by sarah c baron