A portrait of a friend.
02/10/08 10:10
Today I'm posting a picture of my friend Jon. He
will inevitably hate the fact that I chose this
portrait, but everything he hates about it is why
it's going up. I don't get to shoot pictures of my
friends nearly enough, and some simply despise
having their photo taken, much like I do. Jon is
different, he loves being in front of the camera,
becomes a total ham the instant a lens is on him,
and the results are always amazing. He however,
feels like the morning after a one night stand,
with lots of hand wringing and "i can't believe I
did that". Within minutes of taking this shot, Jon
was down to his cherry red Y-front undies, and
everyone in the studio was on the floor laughing.
Jon can't make it to my wedding, we haven't seen each other in a couple years now, and I miss him like a brother. This picture makes me feel like I do when we're hanging out. I'm pretty much always smiling around Jon.
Thanks buddy.
Jon can't make it to my wedding, we haven't seen each other in a couple years now, and I miss him like a brother. This picture makes me feel like I do when we're hanging out. I'm pretty much always smiling around Jon.
Thanks buddy.
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Meltdown and rebirth.
20/04/08 11:59
Sometimes
I get in so deep with all the things that need to
be done, that I stop taking pleasure in anything.
I’m literally checking things off a “to do” list
from the time I wake up until the time I go to
sleep. That’s when I usually end up exhausted, on a
couch, feeling like death warmed over and wondering
what the hell is going on.
The other day we shot a really long day, and despite the crazy weather, I managed to get some really good action, as well as some other interesting stuff. (more on that in a second)
So in this long day, I was mostly cold, didn’t eat or drink enough, and when I finally got home after midnight, couldn’t sleep. I woke up the next day feeling like I had been run over and couldn’t do anything. I just sat there, unable to find motivation for even the simplest task. So I threw in the towel and called it a recovery day. Just what the doctor ordered.
The next day I woke up and had a whole new attitude. I spent all day building, which I enjoy anyway, but I took an enormous amount of pleasure in simple things. I slowed down my life a bit, hit the reset button, and started to like doing everything.
It’s not easy to stay positive when I feel overwhelmed by work or whatever, and lately, with all the bad weather that this spring has brought, I’ve been pretty frustrated with the job part of my job. The shooting part is a welcome relief, but the work part is getting less and less rewarding. When that balance gets out of whack and there isn’t enough creative and too much office, I’m ready for a change.
Anyway, this is a long ramble that essentially says; take a day off, reassess, and try to find pleasure in the process. The exciting and rewarding parts of life can seem few and far between, so for now, I’m looking for more fulfillment in the mundane.
And now for a shot from the other night. After setting up our shoot, the fog rolled in and shut us down for a while. Walking around the lights that were set up for the film I saw my shadow projected onto the fog bank. It was pretty cool so I shot it for a while. Then I used it to do some cool portraits with Mathieu Crepel. But you’ll have to wait for those.
The other day we shot a really long day, and despite the crazy weather, I managed to get some really good action, as well as some other interesting stuff. (more on that in a second)
So in this long day, I was mostly cold, didn’t eat or drink enough, and when I finally got home after midnight, couldn’t sleep. I woke up the next day feeling like I had been run over and couldn’t do anything. I just sat there, unable to find motivation for even the simplest task. So I threw in the towel and called it a recovery day. Just what the doctor ordered.
The next day I woke up and had a whole new attitude. I spent all day building, which I enjoy anyway, but I took an enormous amount of pleasure in simple things. I slowed down my life a bit, hit the reset button, and started to like doing everything.
It’s not easy to stay positive when I feel overwhelmed by work or whatever, and lately, with all the bad weather that this spring has brought, I’ve been pretty frustrated with the job part of my job. The shooting part is a welcome relief, but the work part is getting less and less rewarding. When that balance gets out of whack and there isn’t enough creative and too much office, I’m ready for a change.
Anyway, this is a long ramble that essentially says; take a day off, reassess, and try to find pleasure in the process. The exciting and rewarding parts of life can seem few and far between, so for now, I’m looking for more fulfillment in the mundane.
And now for a shot from the other night. After setting up our shoot, the fog rolled in and shut us down for a while. Walking around the lights that were set up for the film I saw my shadow projected onto the fog bank. It was pretty cool so I shot it for a while. Then I used it to do some cool portraits with Mathieu Crepel. But you’ll have to wait for those.
Returning to Canada
18/05/07 10:41
So…
Where ya been? I haven’t seen you in awhile. Been busy? Happy? Good. Nice to hear. Me? Oh man, so much going on.
I’m moving. Oh you heard. Ya I’m moving back to Canada. No, probably not Whistler. Vancouver. Ya, I have lots of friends there and I haven’t lived there since I was a teenager, so I’m pretty excited about it. I’m loving the city these days. Vancouver is amazing.
I’m getting married too. To T. I know, it’s still really new. Well thanks, I’m stoked too. She proposed just before we drove down to California. No, she’s not here now, in Honduras. I dropped them at LAX and she took Pammy down and taught her to dive. They’re having an awesome time. They saw a frickin sawfish. How is that? I know! I would be too. She’ll be back here at the end of the month. She’s going to help me pack up my stuff.
The mag? Oh it’s doing well, that’s why I feel ok about heading home. I’m showing Crispin Cannon the ropes right now. He has a month to learn how all this works, and then he’s on his own! Ya, I’ll still shoot for FSM, I just want more outside time and less office time. Thanks. That’s nice of you to say. Well ya, we worked really hard on it. Colin is good. Finished his book. He’s shopping it around right now.
Cool, cool. Ok right on. We’ll talk to you soon then. Good to see you…
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Where ya been? I haven’t seen you in awhile. Been busy? Happy? Good. Nice to hear. Me? Oh man, so much going on.
I’m moving. Oh you heard. Ya I’m moving back to Canada. No, probably not Whistler. Vancouver. Ya, I have lots of friends there and I haven’t lived there since I was a teenager, so I’m pretty excited about it. I’m loving the city these days. Vancouver is amazing.
I’m getting married too. To T. I know, it’s still really new. Well thanks, I’m stoked too. She proposed just before we drove down to California. No, she’s not here now, in Honduras. I dropped them at LAX and she took Pammy down and taught her to dive. They’re having an awesome time. They saw a frickin sawfish. How is that? I know! I would be too. She’ll be back here at the end of the month. She’s going to help me pack up my stuff.
The mag? Oh it’s doing well, that’s why I feel ok about heading home. I’m showing Crispin Cannon the ropes right now. He has a month to learn how all this works, and then he’s on his own! Ya, I’ll still shoot for FSM, I just want more outside time and less office time. Thanks. That’s nice of you to say. Well ya, we worked really hard on it. Colin is good. Finished his book. He’s shopping it around right now.
Cool, cool. Ok right on. We’ll talk to you soon then. Good to see you…
Pendygrasse snowboard photography, snowboarding photos, photographs of snowboarders, shred photographers, snowboard photographer, snow photographers, pictures of snowboarding, pictures of snowboarders, photos of snowboards, photos of snowboarding. Daniel Stephen Pendygrasse, DSP Photography.
parking lot gold
29/01/07 10:57
Driving
home from California this past December, I stopped
in Roseville, or Rosedale or some other “Rose” town
in Southern Oregon, to meet Colin and Livi for
breakfast. It was a gloomy day and within the next
several hours I would encounter some of the
fiercest driving conditions I’d ever seen,
torrential rain of biblical proportions.
We stopped at one of those “family restaurant” type places that are everywhere out there on the interstates. As I got out of the truck, a fleck of colour on the pavement caught my eye.
Remember back in school, picture day? Remember how you would choose the package of pictures you wanted and when they came, you would cut out the wallet sized ones and write something on the back and share them with your friends. It became a big deal if you got that certain girl’s picture and if she wrote something flirty on it you would read it several times over the next week to try to distill new meaning from it. Maybe that was just me.
So I glance down to see one of those pictures, a girl, ground into the dirt and the wet of the parking lot. I didn’t think too much of it, but while we were eating it sat there in my mind and I mentioned it to Colin and Livi. I decided I would have to take a picture of the picture, so after breakfast, there I am in the rain, down in the wet dirt trying to take this picture. I wonder what the story is behind that picture. I wonder how she ended up discarded in the parking lot of some generic freeway diner.
As I was pulling away, shaking the rain out of my hair, Colin phoned my cell. “Hey man, did you take a picture of that picture?” Yup. I did.
We stopped at one of those “family restaurant” type places that are everywhere out there on the interstates. As I got out of the truck, a fleck of colour on the pavement caught my eye.
Remember back in school, picture day? Remember how you would choose the package of pictures you wanted and when they came, you would cut out the wallet sized ones and write something on the back and share them with your friends. It became a big deal if you got that certain girl’s picture and if she wrote something flirty on it you would read it several times over the next week to try to distill new meaning from it. Maybe that was just me.
So I glance down to see one of those pictures, a girl, ground into the dirt and the wet of the parking lot. I didn’t think too much of it, but while we were eating it sat there in my mind and I mentioned it to Colin and Livi. I decided I would have to take a picture of the picture, so after breakfast, there I am in the rain, down in the wet dirt trying to take this picture. I wonder what the story is behind that picture. I wonder how she ended up discarded in the parking lot of some generic freeway diner.
As I was pulling away, shaking the rain out of my hair, Colin phoned my cell. “Hey man, did you take a picture of that picture?” Yup. I did.