I love my friend Cary for a number of reasons. She is one of those people who truly loves to learn new things. She is the one who got me interested in photography. We love to talk shop and can easily get carried away trying to figure out how photo A turned out so awesome and photos X, Y and Z turned out so awful! So, as a special treat, while she was here we rented a fun lens - an 8mm fish-eye (think: super wide-angle so it distorts what it sees). Then we headed to South Congress, or SoCo as the cool kids call it.
Trailor Park Eatery - apparently I'm pregnant and Cary is wearing a hoop skirt. Crazy lens.

Probably my fav of the day.
I was literally 2 inches from the brick corner of this building - you can see down both directions. Cary was shooting the tile work. I'm sure people walking by us thought we were super cool.
In a little market.
Cary is an experience "street photographer." According to Wikipedia street photography is: a non-formalized genre of photography that features subjects in candid situations within public places...
In other words - this is the goal:
Cary suggested starting with street performers - they don't think its weird for you to take their picture. Especially if you ask and throw a couple bills in the guitar case. Or in accordion.
Didn't get any good ones of his face, but I sorta liked this one.
Again, not a fan of my faces.
And I think these guys were on to me. Can you say AWKWARD!?!
But seriously - if you sport a hat like that or have dreads like that, aren't you just asking for people to take your picture?
And you can't go to SoCo without photographing some ink. At least I can't.
Wisper words of wisdom, let it be.
Not exactly the Gospel I believe in. But the tacos are pretty tasty.
Just trying something different.
And dangerous. Okay, not really. You know that iconic shot down
Congress? Well, this isn't it. This is me standing in a cross-walk
(don't worry, those cars are stopped).
The famous wall at Joe's isn't so great without fun folks in front of it. But, still expresses how I feel about my dear friend. Mushy but true.




















































