A stop by the old weekend, skateboarding, stomping grounds.
Back to the wal-mart parking lot. Pretty sure this man did some modeling at one point. Naturally giving me the look back over the shoulder pretend candid.
This one was almost too easy. I walked out the door of the coffee shop I frequent in Williston while working on the blog, and this gentleman here, happens to be sitting on the bench right outside the door. I popped off my lens cap, said hello, and even tricked him into looking at the blog on his phone as I set up the shot, two birds with one stone.
Here it is!!! dun dundunnnnnnnnnnn. …. a day later than promised
MorningPortraits, the idea evolved (8 months later) from a pitiful failure of a New Years resolution, which entailed setting up the strobes, and umbrellas to light a portrait every day. Not having a studio to keep everything ready to go in posed a challenge I couldn’t find the time to conquer.
Still wanting to do something to push my lighting skills forward and being in Williston, a town literally overflowing with people, the place was built to accommodate 12,000 it has ballooned to apprx. 50,000, according to the people that make such estimates. Among the newcomers, I dare to suspect, I am not the only determined dreamer, called here by the opportunity to engineer a bridge to higher ground.
So, after shooting my friend at the Amtrak station who just got in from California, and not hearing enough of his story I decided that it is a must for to properly meet some of these strangers around here and find the time to hear their story fully and hopefully make a good photo to go with the story.
The idea of taking on more right now is definitely daunting, considering I have yet to take todays MorningPortrait, which at the moment has to be shot in the evening due to yet another new schedule, and the above three paragraphs just took me a good half hour to write or better because, #1 -My brain is currently fried, I have yet to sleep after working 10pm to 10am, (which I will be doing again in 8 hours) and #2. I never paid any attention in English class, so every comma I place is a decision based entirely on intuition, which seems to work well enough, but it definitely makes for PLENTY of revising.
With that we will will see what is to come I guess.
So here in Williston I am staying in a hotel that practically shares a parking lot with wal-mart, which is a pretty awesome for the project. There’s always healthy potential for stranger nagging plus you can find all walks here, more so than your average wal-mart due to Williston’s lack of all things outside of the oil industry, it’s great.
On the other side of the truck stand my initial targets who, in a finish each others’ sentences fashion, declined my request and simultaneously pawned the duty on this guy, by saying, ‘Nahhh you don’t want our photo, we don’t look good for photos,’ as they, in a nervous tough guy way, readjusted their hats and pushed at their hair. “but hey! He pays a hundred bucks for a pair of jeans, go take his photo.” Funny, I thought, jabbing at him for his supposed vanity as they were too worried about their appearance to have a photo taken.
I have actually been surprised a few times now by gruff looking oil workers who don’t want their photo taken because they are in their dirty work clothes, but have suggested it would be fine if they weren’t just getting off work and maybe had a chance to shower.