Nashville. Always Classy.

I had some friends in from Minneapolis this weekend so, had to take them around town and show them a good time.  After much debate, I realized that there really isn’t much outside of drinking and more drinking going on in this town unless you can be in a canoe in the summer or happen to catch some sports one night.  Now, Im not complaining as a good time is always to be had but sometimes, you just need to know when to leave the camera at home.  Or, in this case, drink a bunch of moonshine shots and bring it back out.
It was a long night and it ended at 11:30….

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The Band Perry

I shot The Band Perry for a recent cover of Country Weekly and I am just now getting around to getting some images on the blog and then, hopefully, integrated into the portfolio.

I can tell I am behind on blog posts and marketing because looking at these images, I remember how damn cold it was outside and how bad the wind was kicking.  Now, I look outside (well, not now now, its dark) and the trees are all full and green and albeit a little rainy, the weather is much better.

So, a few from the shoot…

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It was so cold the few days prior that there was ice in all the magnolia trees.  As the sun came up and ‘warmed’ things up, it all started falling out in big chunks.  Ive had all manner of things go awry on set before but I was praying that my talent for the day didnt get clocked in the head by some ice.  Fortunately, that did not happen.

A little Robert Frost for this rainy weekend

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could.
To where it bent in the undergrowth,

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.