The Neon Glow of Printers Alley

Near downtown Nashville, you’ll find this little alley bathed in the seedy glow of neon light.

Let’s see - bars, country music, and crowds of people. Typically not a place you’d find me but a work trip and the awesome team I’m part of made it fun. I was able to get out one night to grab some photos of the city. This alley was my favorite spot of the night, watching the people and pedal cabs milling around.

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let the sun shine through

This was a fun morning. My boss and his boss @CaspersDave were in town to spend some time visiting the area I’m responsible for (in my real job). Dave is into photography too so we headed out into downtown Portland at sunrise to shoot some photos one morning before “real” work started. Walking along the Willamette River, the shadows behind this tree caught my eye.

As we walked back to the hotel, some guy across the street waiting for a free breakfast at a mission started yelling “Hey camera guys, F*ck You! F*ck You!” then followed that up with “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”. At least he was sorry…

Find it here: 45°31’36” N; 122°40’13” W

the flatiron

during my trip to New York, I left Times Square where we were staying in the alte afternoon and figured I’d wander down Broadway until sunset then turn around and head back. as I got down to somewhere about 25th, I could see this building down the way that looked oddly shaped and clearly different which I’ve since come to find out is a pretty well known landmark called the Flatiron building.

I took a short detour through a nearby park and made it to the building just before sunset. As you are walking up, you notice the roofline sweeps back making the building look like the bow of a ship coming up the street. It is a neat looking building no matter what angle you are looking at it from but when you get up close on the sidewalk just in front of it, the rest of the building nearly disappears behind the front curvature.

Find it here: 40°44’29” N; 73°59’22” W

the empire glows red

Spring is the best time of year in Southern California.  There’s still snow in the mountains, neat cold storms still rolling through, and the hills are still green before the summer’s scorching heat “burns’ everything to the same shade of brown. This was taken during my last trip up into Sycamore Canyon before moving to Minneapolis and I miss it already.

Find it here:  33°57’0” N;  117°18’56” W