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Showing posts with label Photoblog. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Self Portrait with Fender and Gibson
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Clemson University Tillman Hall
Clemson University Campus | Tillman Hall | Eugene T. Moore School of Education | August 2006
Monday, November 24, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Mother's Finest
Gary "Moses Mo" Moore of Mother's Finest | Handlebar | Greenville | SC | October 2006
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Brave Support In Prayer
Brave Support in Prayer | Brookwood Church 15-Year Anniversary | November 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The LEAF Festival
Lake Eden Arts Festival | Black Mountain, NC | October 2008
(editor note: This compressed photo doesn't look nearly as good as the Full HDR Resolution Image)
(editor note: This compressed photo doesn't look nearly as good as the Full HDR Resolution Image)
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Lake Eden Arts Festival
Lake Eden Arts Festival | Black Mountain | NC | October 2006
All WBR Photography | All WBR Video
Monday, October 6, 2008
The Baptism of Catie
The Baptism of Catie - New Spring Church - Anderson, SC - October 2008
More New Spring Church Tailgate Baptism Photos can be found here.
More New Spring Church Tailgate Baptism Photos can be found here.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Yonder Mountain String Band
Yonder Mountain String Band - The Handlebar - Greenville, SC - October 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Barak Obama Visits Clemson University
Barak Obama Visits Clemson University - January, 26 2008
I realize that some viewers are expecting face shots of Obama. I have some but they aren't nearly as pretty as this shot taken from outside of the main library on Clemson's Campus. For those of you who want some additional photos of Barak's Visit to Clemson, here are a few others that I shot on that same day:
Holding a Clemson University T-Shirt | Tight Shot Speaking to the Crowd | Change We Can Believe In
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Paris Mountain Trees Ansel Adams Style
Paris Mountain Trees - In the Style of Ansel Adams - Fall 2005Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Studies Show Stress Sucks, Distressed People Agree
Cooper | 2006
The cycle of life that sends you into a tizzy of stress, woefulness, and questioning why has hit. With the arrival of new, comfort found in the old has gone the way of Mr. Alighieri.
"Through me the way into the suffering city,
Through me the way to the eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost.
Justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
And I endure eternally. Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."
Through me the way to the eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost.
Justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
And I endure eternally. Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."
Okay, maybe that's pushing it a bit to far. Maybe. Regardless, postpartum life decided to turn swinger and hookup with family hospitalization, paralyzing saturation of duty to my employer, and revelation of friendships moving. So for a while I'm reverting to something that lessens the stress of life, cause more joy than sadness, doesn't get sick, and once captured never leaves: photography.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
The Good, The Bad, and The Beautiful
6:05 a.m.
THE GOOD
A Beautiful New Girl Comes Into Our World
THE BAD
Seems we were a bit too late getting to the hospital. We made it, and our daughter was born without incident. However, there were no drugs....“It’s like grappling hooks pulling your insides out.”THE BEAUTIFUL
Reese Crawford | Wednesday, February 06, 2008 | 3:23am | 6lbs. 10oz. | 18.5 in | All is Well
~More Later~
~More Later~
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11:52 a.m.
I've seen a person experience something that I must claim, simply as an observer, as probably one of the greatest physical pains imaginable. It was my wife, and it made me cry.
I've also experienced, as a participant this time, one of the greatest moments of joy that life can offer. It, too, made me cry.
I've sent and/or received no less than 20 texts, 15 phone calls, 9 emails, and extensive and brief IM conversations. I've posted to my blog twice with text and a photo slide show and have entertained numerous visitors.
I've shot 50 photos, 45 minutes of video, and conducted a business conversation over instant messenger.
I've been awake for 30 hours.
So what, right? Nothing, really. However, right now my wife and new daughter are sleeping soundly. My new Big Sister has already made an appearance and is now playing with friends. All are happy and healthy. As such, my adventures du jour are nothing more than a pebble in my shoe.
God has protected us on this day.
~More Later~
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02.07.08 - 12:30p
Baby Watch 2008 Part II: Reality, Firsts, and Trusting That Feeling
Reality
I spent the night at home with Big Sister, which made me feel like a little funky. The reality of the situation is that momma and I are trying to keep Big Sister on a normal schedule. This, to the dismay of Big Sister, does not include skipping the school for the rest of the week.
That funky feeling comes as a result of leaving momma and Little Sister alone. Everyone knows that they would both vaporize without the presence of the protector and provider, Big Daddy.
Yep. Sure enough. Yep. They sure would. Yep.
Okay, I know that they are probably 2.754 quadrillion times safer surrounded by 24/7 healthcare professionals specifically trained to take care of such people during such a time.
I just want to be there, that’s all.
Firsts
I added Little Sister folder into the Family Photo Archive last night. That excited me. I quickly realized, after perusing the entire digital photo folio, I will soon need to reserve a small alcove within my home for the storage of hard drives. At current count, I have approximately 10,000 digital photos, half of which are of Big Sister.
The other first came this morning. I wrote an excused absence note, a legitimate one (for once), because Big Sister missed school yesterday. When was it that I became an adult?
~Epstein’s Mother
That Little Feeling
That little feeling; you know the one I’m talking about. Christians might refer to it as The Holy Spirit. It’s often called intuition, instinct, or maybe a sixth sense. Patti and I hadn’t talked about it but it turns out we were both feeling it.
In discussions previous, we decided that momma would have a tubal ligation (tubaligation?) right after Little Sister was born. The doc said it could be done quickly and easily and that he would simply leave the epidural in after birth so the procedure could be completed that day or the next.
Easy enough. Done and done!
Well, there was no epidural. As such, momma would be put to sleep under general anesthesia, would not be allowed food or drink for eight hours before surgery and be put on a when-we-get-to-you elective surgery list. We agreed, and she began fasting immediately because they said she would be first on the list that morning. Keep in mind that she had just given birth naturally, with no drugs, and she wasn’t allowed any water or food until after her 7am procedure.
That procedure was moved to 11am, and then to “later afternoon”, and then to “it might have to be tomorrow.” She opted for the “tomorrow” option immediately, about 12 hours after giving birth. Had my arm been a chicken wing and my blood, water, she wouldn’t have given me even the slightest of second chances.
Only then did we begin to speak of “that little feeling”. Long story a little less long, she…we…decided to opt out of the surgery completely. We’re not sure why, and we have no intention on having additonal children. We decided that the Holy Spirit was directing both of us through “that little feeling” and a series of “circumstance” that could not be ignored. We went with it.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Death of the Arcade - My Tribute to the End of the 80s Video Game
Summer - 1984: Sweat beading. My expression reveals razor focus. THIS time I knew it was going to happen. AAA would very soon be replaced with TDW. And then I would be number one...nu-me-ro uno...and the talk of the small-town teen tabloids.
Throughout the 80s I pumped what probably amounted to thousands of dollars into the likes of Tempest, Defender, Asteroids, Missile Command, Joust, and various pinball machines. I loved it. We all loved it. Mechanical Madness was the name of the arcade in Rittman, Ohio.
Fast forward 24-ish years to an under-lighted, dank warehouse in Greenville, SC. Brisk rain understates this day.
Fred Collins was the undisputed Arcade King and Video Poker Magnate of Upstate, SC until his death a few years back. In December 2007, Collins Entertainment held a huge arcade auction, the kind that is advertised throughout the United States.
Inside was THE score for any 80s arcade junkie who didn't mind melting endless spoons full of his tincture du jor mixed and matched from whatever necessary in order to get that fix. Few were plug-n-play. Thousands were available. All were covered with various forms of debris.
This was the funeral.
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