Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
PHOTO FOR THE DAY
We have had the weirdest weather lately. Rain for two days straight and a morning of fog. You would think we were somewhere near an ocean and not in the middle of a desert.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
PHOTO CREDITS
As I'm sure you may have noticed, I've been away from the blog for a bit. I've been madly working my little fingers to the bone.
Season 3 of Meteorite Men began airing on November 28. In addition to getting ready for that event, there were a few trips out of town, promotional work and taking the photos for and helping to build a whole new website. BUT, the good news is that there has been much publication of my photos as a result.
Here are some of the locations where my photos have been featured recently:
Meteorite Men season 3. Some of those stills they flash to during the show are mine. Yay!
One of my favorite parts about being on location of Meteorite Men this year was the opportunity to meet cartoonist Lucas Turnbloom who writes the Imagine This comic strip. He joined us on one of the expeditions and we got to spend some time with him. I loved every minute of it. What a wonderful guy. He recently published a 2 week run featuring the Meteorite Men as well as a blog post about his adventures. His blog features a few of my photos.
The entirely new and fabulous website Meteorites.co. 99% of the photos for both the "finest meteorites in the world" and the Notkin Collection are mine.
The new product photos on the Aerolite Meteorites website.
The article by Denise Chow on Space.com, "Hunting for Space Rocks: Q&A with Geoff Notkin of 'Meteorite Men'" dated November 28, 2011.
The image album "Photos: Sneak Peek of "Meteorite Men" Season 3" on Space.com, dated November 28, 2011.
The blog post on Pillow Astronaut, Monday, November 28, 2011 "Meteorite Men". (Which I personally thought was a hysterical post.)
The post on TVOvermind, November 25, 2011 "Meteorite Men: Geoff Notkin Previews Season Three Premier" by Nightfly.
"Meet the Meteorite Men" in the Arizona State University printed journal, Source, by SESE; October 2011, page 12.
Two different photos were published in the book "Retired from Racing, not from Life", 2001, by True North Greyhounds. All proceeds go to greyhound rescue, so go buy a copy.
Celebrating Greyhounds 2012 calendar.
The event photographer for the Arizona Greyhound Rescue Fall Festival in November.
First prize in the Hope Animal Shelter Sleeping Beauty Photo Contest.
Two blog posts on the Four Legged Views blog; Wednesday October 5, 2011, "Day 5: This Might Be Kind of Scary" and Friday, October 7, 2011 "Day Seven "Here We Come""
On the wonderfully fabulous website Duck Bob Duck.
KGUN 9 TV show Tucson Morning Blend, photo of the day August 15, 2011
Season 3 of Meteorite Men began airing on November 28. In addition to getting ready for that event, there were a few trips out of town, promotional work and taking the photos for and helping to build a whole new website. BUT, the good news is that there has been much publication of my photos as a result.
Here are some of the locations where my photos have been featured recently:
Meteorite Men season 3. Some of those stills they flash to during the show are mine. Yay!
One of my favorite parts about being on location of Meteorite Men this year was the opportunity to meet cartoonist Lucas Turnbloom who writes the Imagine This comic strip. He joined us on one of the expeditions and we got to spend some time with him. I loved every minute of it. What a wonderful guy. He recently published a 2 week run featuring the Meteorite Men as well as a blog post about his adventures. His blog features a few of my photos.
The entirely new and fabulous website Meteorites.co. 99% of the photos for both the "finest meteorites in the world" and the Notkin Collection are mine.
The new product photos on the Aerolite Meteorites website.
The article by Denise Chow on Space.com, "Hunting for Space Rocks: Q&A with Geoff Notkin of 'Meteorite Men'" dated November 28, 2011.
The image album "Photos: Sneak Peek of "Meteorite Men" Season 3" on Space.com, dated November 28, 2011.
The blog post on Pillow Astronaut, Monday, November 28, 2011 "Meteorite Men". (Which I personally thought was a hysterical post.)
The post on TVOvermind, November 25, 2011 "Meteorite Men: Geoff Notkin Previews Season Three Premier" by Nightfly.
"Meet the Meteorite Men" in the Arizona State University printed journal, Source, by SESE; October 2011, page 12.
Two different photos were published in the book "Retired from Racing, not from Life", 2001, by True North Greyhounds. All proceeds go to greyhound rescue, so go buy a copy.
Celebrating Greyhounds 2012 calendar.
The event photographer for the Arizona Greyhound Rescue Fall Festival in November.
First prize in the Hope Animal Shelter Sleeping Beauty Photo Contest.
Two blog posts on the Four Legged Views blog; Wednesday October 5, 2011, "Day 5: This Might Be Kind of Scary" and Friday, October 7, 2011 "Day Seven "Here We Come""
On the wonderfully fabulous website Duck Bob Duck.
KGUN 9 TV show Tucson Morning Blend, photo of the day August 15, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
PHOTO FOR THE DAY
This delicate little eggshell is only about an inch tall. I found it just after I almost squashed it while walking through a field.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
PHOTO FOR THE DAY
A little variance in the typical photo scheme. I thought I would try this on in black and white, rather than my preferred bright colors and contrasts.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
FINE ART PRINT
While traveling this summer I snapped this photo, my latest fine art print, in Holbrook, Arizona. WOOT!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Remembrance
ETA - I wrote this last weekend as I sat in my hotel room and grieved at 3 in the morning. Today, 1 week later, is the funeral.
I learned the difference between killed and murdered yesterday. You would think that there isn’t one. A difference, that is, because the end result is the same. But there is a difference, and it’s more than just spelling and semantics.
It’s devastating when a friend passes away. Even more so when it is unexpected. I’ve experienced death in my life before. Mostly older relatives or friends that had lived good, full lives. At least that is what I tell myself to help with the pain and emptiness I feel when I think of them. When I do something or go somewhere and their ghost walks with me. They are remembered for their passions, how they changed my life, how they loved and were loved by me.
I have experienced a new and uglier side of death, the sudden and unfathomable loss of a friend my own age. I like it even less than the other deaths I’ve experienced on a ginormous scale. I’ve also learned an ugly truth, I wish would have never have come to light. The gaping difference between killed and murdered; and truthfully, I’ve never given it much thought. I haven’t needed to.
When you hear someone’s been killed you think of something accidental - a car accident. Murdered is an ugly word that seems to imply pre-meditation, some beast deliberately ending a life. Yet at the end, no matter the semantics and differences in conjured feelings, the results are just the same - that person is no longer a light in your life.
I have a group of friends that gets together as often as possible, which unfortunately, is not as often as we would all like. We attended the same high school. I went away for college and being the worst person at keeping in touch, fell out of communication with these people who had such a big impact on who I am today.
Through the scary power of facebook a little over a year ago, one of those friends contacted me. Though I had thought of her, I haven’t spoken with her since a few years after graduation. Not being much of a letter writer, (that’s right, pre-email) we had lost touch. 20 years later, I get a message on fb. Holy crap! A phone call immediately followed the message post and friend request. She lives in the same town we grew up in, and after moving back after being gone for 15 years, so do I. She suggests I friend another one of girls we used to hang with in high school. Again, holy crap! She still lives in Tucson as well.
We all meet for lunch for the first time in 22 years. I am nervous - how have they changed? Will I recognize them? Oh shit, they look so much older. Hang on, that means I do too. Gah! When did that happen? They’re different, but the same. These women with their adult lives, whom I remember as children, have children of their own. They run businesses, have their own houses and cars, and we spend hours sharing tragic and victorious stories spanning the past 2 decades.
Surprisingly, more of the high school pack start to join us. We meet as often as we can around our separate, individual lives and hectic schedules. Realizing those ties to the past are bonds that never broke, just stretched long and thin for 20 years. A birthday party here, a baby shower there. All of us didn’t always make it to each event. But that didn’t matter, we took what time we could and watched that bond snap back into place.
Yesterday one of these women, Misty Gale, was murdered by her boyfriend, who then took his own life. She had an angelic little girl late in life who is just getting ready to celebrate her first birthday and took her first 7 steps this week. She was an incredible woman.
The image of Misty that stays most in my mind is of her sitting across from me at my most recent birthday party, looking a bit tired but happy. Snuggling with and cooing to her little joy, Jady. Being patient with all of us as we greedily stole this cherub from her arms and passed her from one lap to another. Until she got to me and started to make strangled cries and was promptly handed back.
Misty’s life was ended far to abruptly by this beautiful girl’s father. I am having a difficult time figuring out how something so beautiful could come from someone so ugly. Then I remembered she is half Misty and the mystery is solved. Apparently the dominant gene is defiantly present here.
I found out when I woke up yesterday morning and had text messages and phone calls. I called one of my friends, Heather. “There was a report of a murder/suicide last night on the east side of town. Suzanne, it was Misty. Thad killed her.”
Denial. “Please tell me the news was wrong. They misidentified the people and got the wrong name.” “Sorry, no. Misty was murdered last night. Jady was there at the time but is fine. The police took her out of the house and she is with Misty’s family now.”
I’m traveling for work and run down to the hotel lobby to check the internet; something about not believing it until I saw it in print, though I knew Heather was telling the truth. And there it is in black and white.
Stunned acceptance. Rapidly followed by breaking down in the hotel lobby and bolting off to my room to cry without the breakfast crowd’s looks of confusion and my traveling companions’ looks of concern. A flurry of phone calls and texts between these women who have grown to mean so much to me, in spite, and most likely because of, the years we were living our separate lives.
Confusion and disbelief. There was nothing leading up to this event that indicated there were severe problems between them. Warning signs you think would have come first; complaints, restraining orders, fighting. It’s just not possible, how could this happen?
And a lot of anger.
So the difference between killed and murdered? Killed implies an accident. You think and hear the people at the funeral in the pew behind you “What a shame. This person was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Nothing could have been done.” And, you are angry with the general universe. Murdered – deliberate and unfathomable. Unacceptable.
Misty, I want you to know you will always be remembered; for your fierce competitiveness, your exuberant joy over your little girl, your wicked and wry sense of humor. I hope you are watching that angel girl of yours. And know, at the next get together, there will be an empty seat for you.
I learned the difference between killed and murdered yesterday. You would think that there isn’t one. A difference, that is, because the end result is the same. But there is a difference, and it’s more than just spelling and semantics.
It’s devastating when a friend passes away. Even more so when it is unexpected. I’ve experienced death in my life before. Mostly older relatives or friends that had lived good, full lives. At least that is what I tell myself to help with the pain and emptiness I feel when I think of them. When I do something or go somewhere and their ghost walks with me. They are remembered for their passions, how they changed my life, how they loved and were loved by me.
I have experienced a new and uglier side of death, the sudden and unfathomable loss of a friend my own age. I like it even less than the other deaths I’ve experienced on a ginormous scale. I’ve also learned an ugly truth, I wish would have never have come to light. The gaping difference between killed and murdered; and truthfully, I’ve never given it much thought. I haven’t needed to.
When you hear someone’s been killed you think of something accidental - a car accident. Murdered is an ugly word that seems to imply pre-meditation, some beast deliberately ending a life. Yet at the end, no matter the semantics and differences in conjured feelings, the results are just the same - that person is no longer a light in your life.
I have a group of friends that gets together as often as possible, which unfortunately, is not as often as we would all like. We attended the same high school. I went away for college and being the worst person at keeping in touch, fell out of communication with these people who had such a big impact on who I am today.
Through the scary power of facebook a little over a year ago, one of those friends contacted me. Though I had thought of her, I haven’t spoken with her since a few years after graduation. Not being much of a letter writer, (that’s right, pre-email) we had lost touch. 20 years later, I get a message on fb. Holy crap! A phone call immediately followed the message post and friend request. She lives in the same town we grew up in, and after moving back after being gone for 15 years, so do I. She suggests I friend another one of girls we used to hang with in high school. Again, holy crap! She still lives in Tucson as well.
We all meet for lunch for the first time in 22 years. I am nervous - how have they changed? Will I recognize them? Oh shit, they look so much older. Hang on, that means I do too. Gah! When did that happen? They’re different, but the same. These women with their adult lives, whom I remember as children, have children of their own. They run businesses, have their own houses and cars, and we spend hours sharing tragic and victorious stories spanning the past 2 decades.
Surprisingly, more of the high school pack start to join us. We meet as often as we can around our separate, individual lives and hectic schedules. Realizing those ties to the past are bonds that never broke, just stretched long and thin for 20 years. A birthday party here, a baby shower there. All of us didn’t always make it to each event. But that didn’t matter, we took what time we could and watched that bond snap back into place.
Yesterday one of these women, Misty Gale, was murdered by her boyfriend, who then took his own life. She had an angelic little girl late in life who is just getting ready to celebrate her first birthday and took her first 7 steps this week. She was an incredible woman.
The image of Misty that stays most in my mind is of her sitting across from me at my most recent birthday party, looking a bit tired but happy. Snuggling with and cooing to her little joy, Jady. Being patient with all of us as we greedily stole this cherub from her arms and passed her from one lap to another. Until she got to me and started to make strangled cries and was promptly handed back.
Misty’s life was ended far to abruptly by this beautiful girl’s father. I am having a difficult time figuring out how something so beautiful could come from someone so ugly. Then I remembered she is half Misty and the mystery is solved. Apparently the dominant gene is defiantly present here.
I found out when I woke up yesterday morning and had text messages and phone calls. I called one of my friends, Heather. “There was a report of a murder/suicide last night on the east side of town. Suzanne, it was Misty. Thad killed her.”
Denial. “Please tell me the news was wrong. They misidentified the people and got the wrong name.” “Sorry, no. Misty was murdered last night. Jady was there at the time but is fine. The police took her out of the house and she is with Misty’s family now.”
I’m traveling for work and run down to the hotel lobby to check the internet; something about not believing it until I saw it in print, though I knew Heather was telling the truth. And there it is in black and white.
Stunned acceptance. Rapidly followed by breaking down in the hotel lobby and bolting off to my room to cry without the breakfast crowd’s looks of confusion and my traveling companions’ looks of concern. A flurry of phone calls and texts between these women who have grown to mean so much to me, in spite, and most likely because of, the years we were living our separate lives.
Confusion and disbelief. There was nothing leading up to this event that indicated there were severe problems between them. Warning signs you think would have come first; complaints, restraining orders, fighting. It’s just not possible, how could this happen?
And a lot of anger.
So the difference between killed and murdered? Killed implies an accident. You think and hear the people at the funeral in the pew behind you “What a shame. This person was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Nothing could have been done.” And, you are angry with the general universe. Murdered – deliberate and unfathomable. Unacceptable.
Misty, I want you to know you will always be remembered; for your fierce competitiveness, your exuberant joy over your little girl, your wicked and wry sense of humor. I hope you are watching that angel girl of yours. And know, at the next get together, there will be an empty seat for you.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
911 REMEMBERED
Ground Zero October 2010. We stopped on our cross country trip. Even 9 years later it was still an eerie and devastating scene. A gaping chasm of open space. Filled with the emotions of the people viewing the site from the repaired building across the street. Individuals from all over the world speaking a myriad of languages, with one thing in common, when they spoke, they all spoke through tears.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
PHOTO FOR THE DAY
The biking path along the Rillito River (actually a dry wash most of the year) in Tucson during a monsoon storm.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
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