MASS Ride for the Cure

On June 8th, a hot and sunny day. I set forth to photograph the 1st annual Ma. Ride for the Cure, a 12 mile horse ride to benefit Breast Cancer Research. Along with a good friend Alyssa Rogers, I shot a huge amount of images that day. Then, I quickly imported them into Photoshop Lightroom and created a quick slideshow for the riders to watch as they ate their lunch. It was a ton of work but what a fun day.

Here are a few select images from the day, Thanks Everyone

I told you it was a fun day..

Moab

Moab, Utah , this post will not say much, only because the English language has yet to develop words to describe the Landscape. So, I am forced to make one up now, Scrumtrulescent!! (any Will Ferrell fans remember that from his SNL days)

Watch out for the Cactus!!

On Main: Gloversville project

Just walking around Main St and its vicinity I found so much life, even in inanimate objects. Light playing with buildings, or the juxtaposition of a bulldozer(?? tractor) and a boat. A man riding his bike, and convenient store that even though I've only been in there a few times, stands out as an iconic feature of Gloversville to me. This is a Collection of images again from early 2006.

Bowling: Gloversville project

My experience in Gloversville lived and died, quite literally, with bowling. My fathers family was so engrossed in bowling well before my time, my father, his father, mother and brother were all in the Fulton County Bowling Hall of Fame. At 15 my father was in contention to be in the Guinness Book of World Record for the youngest person in the world to roll a perfect game, he lost out by 80 days.

I never got this bowling bug, just never got any good. I did spend so much time in bowling allies I just felt this topic deserves its own, If not several, posts.

the machines that stand up and collect the bowling pins
used bowling pins

the office and workshop out back bihind the machines..
this is the bar in Arterial lanes, I always saw it like this, before it opened, with the light streaming in the windows.

shoes...i love the old phone

this guy, rich (i think) has been coming around for years sitting and watching bowling. when i walked in and saw him i felt like a kid again...

lockers, chair and bowling lanes..

Thank You: Gloversville project

I don’t want this to be a complete depressing tale about mortality, but I said I wanted to provide a complete cross section of life, Beginning to end. One of the most prominent memories I have of Gloversville is my Fathers death.

It stands out not just because it was to date the single hardest period of my life, an 11 year old kid, looking forward to a summer of camping and hiking with his father only to have that possibility taken away. That time really stands out because of the people, the people of Gloversville, who banded together for my family, they lined up several hundred deep at his wake to give my family their condolences, they brought flowers, food and comfort, and had a benefit bowling tournament in honor of my father.

My classmates made huge cards, and my neighborhood friends collected things they had around, bundled them together and gave it to me in hopes it would make me feel better. Until then I never really knew what “it’s the thought that counts” meant. But that sole gesture gave me so much understanding into the comradery, and selflessness of true neighborhood friends.

Above: inside a bowling pin machine. (not sure the technical name) these are the machines that stand up bowling pins after a frame. My father worked back here, and in bowling most of his life.

Above: This is wrote on the wall in the back of Arterial lanes, the wall has been painted several times but this area has not been painted over. I went to the lanes my father worked at in early 2006, for the first time in 16 years. I want to thank Herb for showing me around.