Dumb Blondes

At the Qwest Center for Nebraska's victory over Oregon, the fans rushed the court and swarmed Coach Sadler.

Here's one frame:


Here's the next:


P.S. Thank you Greg, my brother in colorblindness.

Sorry, girls.

Better luck next year. You all played great.

Thanksgiving break 2007

Spending time in Denver with family was a pallette cleanser of sorts. Below are some photos from that break. They aren't neccessarily good by any means, but they are of family. And isn't that the point? If there's one thing I've learned in this camera-carrying profession, it is to take photos of the ones you love.



Cousin Alec with snow down his back.



A heated debate about stem cells and euthanasia, featuring my Aunt Marcia and Mom.



Cousin Elyse.



A wild and crazy Saturday night at the Lomneths', trading stamps.

C U later, Mr. Callahan

Where did we ever get the idea that we were entitled to winning every single game?

"A lot of nerds getting together with nerds."

I had been feeling burnt out lately. Turns out the cure for burnout is cosplay (a new word I picked up this weekend).

If God watched basketball...

First person who can tell me...

...where the closest theatre is to Lincoln that is playing this film wins a special prize.

Everything but the Ball (October)

Too much? Not enough?

Zombie Portraits

The first images in weeks I've been able to look at without being ashamed.

Football Disaster Vol. III

Covering a Husker game alone is a guaranteed disaster.

Life on the res

Pine Ridge, SD

OSU vs. NU: Through the eyes of an Action Sampler

Before you ask - no, the sun was not setting in the bottom right hand corner of the bottom left hand frame. Walgreens just isn't good.

Chalk up another loss

Nebraska football would make a good metaphor for something. They come into the season, ready to conquer and fight for what they believe in. Despite bad losses, every week is the same: we'll get them this time. Eventually tiny victories, like a first down, are hailed as signs of guarenteed success.

What it could represent, I don't know.

My Buddy Bob

For those of you who don't know Bob Al-Greene, you are missing out. He's easily one of the most talented artists I've ever met, and an intelligent, politically coherent gentleman. For just a taste of all that: http://www.nealo.com/blog/2007/10/10/cartoonist-profile-bob-al-greene/.

P.S. Visit his blog. Links on the right.

Football Disaster Vol. II (and not including the score)

The irony: Mizzou (a school which prides itself on the journalists that come from there) sets up visiting journalists for the worst possible experience, especially those carrying camera gear. Their media lot is open to the general public, the general public being 70,049 fans, 80,000 of which are intoxicated. Needless to say, they filled up the 50 spots for media pretty quick. The next closest parking was almost two miles away in the docking area of a long-abandoned Wal-Mart.

At least there are some images this week.

Everything but the Ball

This is an attempt at a monthly series.

In order to ween myself off the sports shooter's sin of chimping, instead I will look for more to shoot. Whether that be player interaction and reaction, fans, cheerleaders, detail, etc., it's a new mission. In a way, I will try to live by the philosophy of a photographer who I have recently come to admire and respect: "Shoot for yourself."

Football Disaster

With a combination of a broken card reader, PC problems and me being too stupid to pull over photos on my computer instead of the Daily Nebraskan's, there are no football photos this week.

In other news, here's Kosuke. (http://www.kocko.org/)

Do you Wahoo?

Jeannie Bixby has got to be the single nicest lady in all of Nebraska. She's a real sweetheart with lots and lots of stories to tell. Bixby runs the Wahoo Senior Community Center, along with an attached thrift store (bottom photo). She's been working there since the '80s, when she walked in for an interview and walked out with a job as the director of the Center. Hopefully, more to come.