Because I Can, XXI
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Howdy, I'm a professional photojournalist based in the Chicago area. I work for a company, as a staff photographer, that owns several weekly newspapers and a few magazines. I also do freelance work, and when I can, donate my time to arts organizations and non-for-profits. If you choose to read this blog you'll get a good idea of what I do. Also, realize that while I take my work seriously, I don't take myself seriously, so if something I say sounds ridiculous or over the top or just plain silly, realize I'm probably laughing at myself while I say it.
I also should mention that I update this blog sporadically. I try to be consistent, but sometimes I get distracted for a bit, a month or two, then I start back.
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2 comments:
Have you been peeping through my windows again, Josh?
There is one in this series that I want to crop and post this weekend....so bizarre. I love them.
What do you think I'm doing that' keeping me awake till 3am every night?
10pm till 1am peak in Guildencrantz's windows.
1am till 2am, drive home.
2am till 2am, edit images.
Those flashing lights across the streets, they started suspiciously close timing wise to when you started talking to me didn't they?
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