Family Paparazzi

(image copyright 2008 by Dan Routh)

I am a commercial advertising photographer, not a Paparazzi. I’ve never quite understood chasing celebrities around to get a shot. This week, I did shoot a job for a inhouse corporate magazine where I followed an employee for a day. She must have felt like I was a Paparazzi because I had my camera in her face all day. She was a good sport about the whole thing.

My family is a different matter sometimes. Growing up with a Dad as a photographer, my kids as well as my wife have always had a camera forced in their face, they are always the standin or the model when I need one. Sunday my wife and I went down to Chapel Hill (home of UNC) to see the kids, and of course I carried a camera. The image above is my Paparazzi shot of the family for the day.

Friday from the Backyard


This is the view from my deck in the afternoons; young calves we raised for the feeder market. IE, we raise calves that we sell at about 400-500 pounds to other farmers to finish raising. Basically, our farm is a big cow nursery. Unfortunately, my wife likes to name all the cattle. Makes it harder to see them go.

And of course nearby are Marco Polo the rooster and Speckles the hen.

(images copyright 2008 by Dan Routh)

Image Archive-Digital Railroad Trainwreck

For the past couple of years, I have been using Digital Railroad as an online archive for stock images. Two days ago, they emailed all their customers and announced that they were closing, immediately. Sorry, no advance notice, nothing. I have been trying to migrate my images to another archive site. So far, I have been only able to move 10%. I hope to be able to get to the rest, otherwise, I will have to reload all the images individually from my backups. Anyway, I hope I will be able to have a searchable online archive available sometime soon. Unfortunately, this seems to be a sign of the times in our profession.

Persimmons

This is the time of the year when God gives us a gift in North Carolina, and this year it was bountiful. That gift is a wild fruit known as the persimmon (Diospyros virginiana). You pick them up when they ripen and fall off the tree (never before), and they taste like, well, a persimmon. There is no other taste like a persimmon on earth that I know of. And, after you separate the pulp from the skin and seeds, you make a persimmon pudding, a North Carolina delicacy like no other. And the best recipe I ever tasted was from my step-grandmother Lucy. Yes, Lucy’s persimmon pudding. Will make a man’s knees go weak.

Above is Lucy’s recipe in her own handwriting. She died in 2003 at age 103.

(images copyright 2008 by Dan Routh)