
I ran across this image I shot many years ago at a friends house. Good friends and the closest I will ever be to being in a Southern rock band. Near Liberty, North Carolina.
(Photograph copyright 2022 by Dan Routh)
Commercial, Advertising and Editorial Photography. Greensboro, North Carolina
I ran across this image I shot many years ago at a friends house. Good friends and the closest I will ever be to being in a Southern rock band. Near Liberty, North Carolina.
(Photograph copyright 2022 by Dan Routh)
Daughter-in-law. Greensboro, North Carolina.
(Photograph copyright 2022 by Dan Routh)
Liberty, North Carolina.
(Photograph copyright 2021 by Dan Routh)
(Black and white photographs copyright 2012 by Dan Routh)
For all those interested, Rick’s images will be on display in the RCC photo department in Asheboro, North Carolina until February 28, 2012. The public is invited to stop by and view them.
(Photograph copyright 2011 by Dan Routh)
Occasionally I get the opportunity to make a purely personal blog post. Yesterday my wife and I had the pleasure of watching our older son Tristan receive his law degree from the University of North Carolina School of Law. It’s been a long journey and we are both very proud.
Some days are better than others and of course, some are more trying. Today was one of those trying ones, for sure. Late this morning while I was beginning to edit a job, the fire alarm in our building went off, which is never a good sign. After checking things out, I found out a cable worker had knocked a sprinkler head off in the hallway above my studio, directly above. A deluge of water soon began to pour through my ceiling and I started the rush to move my computer and camera equipment before it was ruined. With the help of my wonderful building neighbors, I was able to move everything that could be horribly damaged (I hope) including my film archive. Still, a lot of water came in and a lot of damage was done. A flood. Bright sunny day, my studio is on the second floor, fifteen feet above the ground, and I have a flood.
However, even in adversity comes opportunity, I guess. I’ve been thinking of doing portraits of firefighters, and have been thinking about who to approach. This morning, they approached me. The firemen of the Greensboro Fire Department showed up at my door and I grabbed a couple of images of them as I was documenting the damage to my studio.
(Photograph copyright 2009 by Dan Routh)
I am stepping away from commercial and advertising work and taking part in a photography show and exhibit on Friday, December 4, 2009 from 6:00pm – 9:00pm at Studio B Event Center, 520 South Elm Street in Greensboro, in connection with Downtown Greensboro’s First Friday art tour of downtown art venues. Everyone is cordially invited to come by and take at look. It’s free. I will be sharing space with Greensboro aluminum artist Scott Harris. This is something new for me. While I have shown individual pieces in shows and competitions over the years, this will be my first exhibit of this size. I’m excited and hope those who attend will enjoy what we hang. For more info on First Friday, go to http://www.downtownfridays.com/Listings.html.
Today is my Dad’s birthday. We lost him last year at the age of 83. Dad was a fighter pilot, an Elon College alumni, a dairy farmer and a school teacher and principal. He was a church and community leader, a husband, a father, a grandfather and most of all a friend. He was my rock. I miss him.
(US Army Air Corps photographs)
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew –
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941
For more info about my Dad’s World War II experience, go to http://www.carolinacommunities.com/nws/fly28.html