Monthly Archives: February 2009

“Picks” of my Even Newer Guitar

So, about a month ago I purchased my first guitar, a beautiful acoustic Taylor. Since then, I’ve been practicing a bit each day. This practice has allowed me to become one of the most accomplished acoustic guitar players in all of mankind. [1]

[1] Note: This is so far from the truth that you could stack five billion phone books on top of each other and it still wouldn’t even reach halfway towards the truth. [2]

[2] Note: This assumes that phone books still exist, and that five billion are available for this experiment.

Since my sheer talent at playing the acoustic guitar had reached unsurpassable levels (e.g., being able to play approximately two different chords without having strings buzz), it was clear that it was time to branch out. And so, a second guitar joined my collection.

And this one can make some noise.

That’s right, I’ve gone electric, purchasing a Fender American Deluxe Stratocaster (and right before a huge price increase, too).

I’m not giving up on acoustic — I plan to practice and play both. Now I have a wider variety of options available to make horrible sounds as I slowly climb up the stringed instrument learning curve.

With that, I present some photos of my new(est) guitar.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pics from a Cold, Dark Mountaintop

Last fall, I spent a cold, dark, lonely night on top of a mountain in the desolate Canyonlands National Park. And not by accident. I was in the middle of beautiful Utah canyon country, and had an entire national park all to myself (literally). I spent several hours that night experimenting with light painting and enjoying the quiet solitude.

And wow, was it quiet. Absolutely, totally, eerily quiet. Except for one time, close to midnight, when the quiet was suddenly broken by the loud sound of a rock hitting against the ground somewhere nearby. That got the heart pounding. Until then, I had become totally consumed by the photography, and didn’t realize that I was in an environment that could accurately be described as “spooky.” I still don’t know what caused the sound.

I’ve published a couple of the following shots before, but am including additional ones from that night that I haven’t published before. This was the first time I attempted light paintings like these, so I was just experimenting around. Having seen the results of what worked well and what didn’t work well, I’m anxious to give it another shot.

In this first photo, I attempted to draw a house.

And now, a bird. I think. I mean, isn’t it obvious?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A couple shots I took while waiting for dusk to turn to dark:

 

Arriving back at the car after a night of picture taking. You can see some of the beautiful Utah stars in the sky. You can see thousands of them on a dark night.

“Picks” of my New Guitar

A couple nights ago, I purchased my first guitar. I’m having a lot of fun with it. I’ve never played guitar before (or any stringed instrument for that matter, unless you count piano), and am enjoying climbing its learning curve, even if my fingers aren’t. (And they’re not. But they have little say in this.)

I took some photos of my new guitar, a Taylor 314ce acoustic-electric guitar. It is capable of sounding great (I’m sure — but not with me plucking it, not yet), and you can tell a lot of craftsmanship went into its design and construction. The top is made out of Sitka Spruce and the bottom and sides are made out of Sapele.

I have to tell you, though, I’m looking at some chord charts and thinking “human fingers are incapable of doing that. This is clearly some kind of joke.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Calling for a Caption

The following photo I took the other week is just begging for a caption, isn’t it?

There are so many options, just ripe for the picking. I can’t resist.

  • “Eventually, Bob’s claims of innocence rang hollow. There was no longer any ambiguity over which goose had the flatulence problem.”
  • “Bob began to regret the ramifications of eating the bean burrito over the warnings of his peers.”
  • “Much to the consternation of his fellow geese, Bob continued to misunderstand the rules of the game ‘duck, duck, goose.'”
  • “Bob knew there was a better life than standing on a frozen lake. And so, with little fanfare, one day he decided to abandon the flock.”