William Nolen Photography

Part 4 - Post Production

2011-06-03T06:46:00.000-05:00

Part 4 - Post Production

The invisible task, Post Production, is yet another aspect of my work that I enjoy. No longer do I spend hours in a dark room following a shoot. Chemicals play no part in today's digital world. I spent many hours in the dark when I was learning the craft. This was great experience and rather relaxing. These days, however, I sink into my office chair, turn on some great chill-out music, perhaps Cafe Del-Mar or jazz a la Miles Davis, and begin my post-production work.

After I download the images from a shoot, I create a folder on my external hard drive. The date, location, and name are noted. I transfer the RAW files into that folder. Then the culling process begins. Within the client folder, I create another one labeled "Best". As I view the pictures, I file favorite shots here.

The artist's conceptual planning, pre-Production, scouting and photo shoot efforts converge during this phase. Here I put the final touch on my art work. The photo editing software allows me to set the tone and highlight the mood of each piece. Hours are spent perfecting the finished image. Once the photos are edited, I make a second pass through my "Best" selections. The initial 50 to 70 RAW images are now examined and re-examined. I am far from finished with my selection at this stage

The final selection is based on the quality of the individual photos and the scene selections. Sometimes I find it difficult to cut shots that have merit. But too many photographs can confuse the client and dilute the presentation. Experience and the artist's eye determine the color and tone that is best for a particular shot. The final selection results in 30 to 35 images for a normal photo session. The initial vision for the shoot comes to fruition.

I love every step of the creative process, from the beginning to the end.
Business matters, on the other hand, are best left to my wife!

Look out for Part Five, the last in this series.

Welcome home, Benjamin

2011-05-23T08:42:00.000-05:00

Welcome home, Benjamin

Marjean Brooks

Wide open as if to search for his past, my new grandson’s eyes are only able to focus on the future. He is 10 months old as his image is reflected in the mirror, lovingly held in his mother’s arms. My son and daughter-in-law, Forrest and Mendy, have brought him from Ethiopia to the United States, including him as the only adopted member of a family of two older sisters and a brother. Biniyum Malako has painfully wriggled from the cocoon of an orphanage to become Benjamin Malako Walden, citizen of a new land.

But it is not only a new land and a new family into which he has jettisoned. It is a 180 degree different world, a spinning kaleidoscope of possibilities and opportunities for health, wealth and the pursuit of happiness. As he gazes into the gilded mirror over his mother’s shoulder, it is completely possible that he is overwhelmed with sensory overload at the beauty and the comfort and the colors of home. He is slow to focus on the eggplant colored floral of an easy chair, the decorative black wrought iron on the walls or the lush earth tones of the carpeting. Before he is able to completely focus on one detail, his head swivels to take in another.

The journey began long ago, even before the couple married; for even then Mendy’s heart stirred with a longing to one day adopt a child. The desire resurfaced after three of their own children arrived in the family. Both of the parents’ hearts were touched as they took mission trips to Mexico, Sudan, Venezuela and India. They grieved deeply at the plight of orphans in these countries and knew the time was right to begin the adoption process.

It was an arduous journey, not for the faint of heart. After completing the reams of paperwork, walking through the home studies and paying a significant amount of fees, they waited, and waited and waited some more. They planned for the fourth child to be added in the same time frame as the birth order of the others, each two years apart. Little did they realize that the third and fourth child would eventually be separated by the span of almost four years when he arrived.

But when the big day finally arrived, a group of 30-40 well-wishers gathered at the airport to witness his appearance, straining their necks to catch a first glimpse. Adults with tears in their eyes, children holding signs and babies in strollers welcomed him to Birmingham, Alabama.

“Welcome home, Benjamin,” his family exclaims. “We’re so happy you’re here!” The three older children bounce around like bobbers in rippled water, laughing and touching and gazing intently at the brother they have prayed for as a family for over two years. “Look, Mom, he’s smiling at me!” “Oh, he’s so cute! He looks just like his pictures.” The girls both chatter and babble as if on a sugar high and the newly turned four year old brother circles the scene like a planet on its orbit, keeping a watchful eye on the apparition of a brother being held by his mother.

The children all have gifts for their new brother and the mother helps to open the first of hundreds of presents he will receive in his lifetime. “Here, he can have my Buzz Lightyear.” With this gift, the little boy imparts the best he has to offer by giving his new brother his favorite friend, his partner in hours of daring exploits and conversations with imaginative characters.

Then it is my turn! My husband and I, along with Mendy’s parents each get a turn holding Benjamin, having the first picture of many taken with our new grandson. The portraits are made on the concrete and brick steps of the home with a large banner on the front door proclaiming “Welcome Home Benjamin.” The specialized artwork painstakingly colored by the children and signed by each family member announces his arrival to the neighborhood as well.

“Oh, he’s so light.” “What a cutie!” “Welcome to our family, Benjamin. Better buckle your chin strap!” Chuckles and hugs and murmured endearments come easily as they cuddle him and offer instant acceptance. Grandparents in deed as well as in name, we four will play an active role in helping him become all that he is meant to be.

My daughter, Shannon, and her new husband, Andres, join in the celebration of his arrival. Sitting on Andres’s knee, the baby’s coloring almost matches the skin tone of his Hispanic uncle. “Hola, Ben-ha-min!” There are big smiles all around and a few others practice the pronunciation of his Spanish name.

Benjamin is not the only one with senses heightened. His new father, my son, watches the scene before him with tears streaming down his face as he sits on the leather sofa. “I’m overwhelmed. To think about where he was three days ago and to see him now is almost unfathomable.” I lovingly rub his back and offer silent communion in his reverie. “It is such an unbelievable picture of the way we are accepted into God’s family. What we receive by God adopting us through Christ is far richer than we ever stop to ponder.” Bowing his head, he weeps softly into his hands.

In a span of 48 hours, Benjamin catapulted from an orphan who spent most of his hours in a crib to a member of a large and loving family who laugh and embrace, love and share as well as have their portion of squabbles and sibling rivalry. As the children vie over the right to hold him next, his mother plays peek-a-boo with him and he watches her animated face with fascination. He is undoubtedly the honored “Celebrity of the Day.”

And so, a new life begins. The parents accept the challenge of managing a family of four active children and of nurturing him into a healthy ten month old. Now the size and weight of a five to six month old infant, Benjamin has only received milk and his hunger wakes him every two hours for yet another bottle. He has gone from deprivation to a cornucopia of plenty. He left a brown, arid land fringed with short trees and came to a state which boasts 85 percent coverage by greenery, rich with hydrangeas and azaleas and dogwoods and pines. His native land, which serves the best coffee the mother has ever tasted, is replaced by his adopted state which is known for its sugary sweet cold iced tea. The citizenship changed from light brown skinned, small-boned inhabitants to a taller, stronger mostly white-faced people. The nurses at the orphanage who lovingly chanted to him “Bini-Bini-Bini…” are now replaced by this new family surrounding him with exclamations using the English word for his name, Benjamin.

I see him with wings still damp and curled from channeling out of the chrysalis, beginning to shed the old skin and emerge into the new. It’s time to fly, Benjamin. Yes, it is time to fly.

The Bride and the Assistant

2011-05-17T18:18:00.000-05:00

The Bride and the Assistant

This story took place approximately 10 years ago. I was a beginning assistant to Sabine, one of the prominent rising photographers in the region. My assignment was to help with a high end wedding.

In retrospect, I was extraordinarily naive about the process. Sometimes ignorance is bliss. I went about the day just being myself. I enjoyed meeting the participants. True to my character, I played little pranks and flirted with the mothers-in-law, bridesmaids, even the bride herself. (Perhaps this is a European thing. Perhaps not.) Bottom line, we all had a great fun day and everybody was happy.

Nearing the end of the shoot, the wedding party gathered for a large group picture. Out of nowhere, I heard, "I want William in the picture as well." I was certain that I had misunderstood the request. But Sabine waved me into the group. The bride - you know, the one who JUST got married - wanted me to be in the group shot. By now, I was blushing. Not many situations make me blush. That day produced several such moments.

You see, I was not just standing in the picture. No. The bride wanted me next to her. With her arm around me. Now, you ask, What about the husband? Well, he was still in the shot, but not next to the bride. If I remember correctly, he didn't seem mad or upset. As I stood beside his new wife, I did wonder what thoughts were present in his mind.

A great day. Wonderful fun. One more successful shoot. But the story doesn't end there. A few weeks later, the couple returned from their long honeymoon. They had spent time in New York and on some unknown-to-me Caribbean island, with a few other stops around the world. [I told you that this was a high-end wedding.] They came to the studio to see their proofs. As naive as ever, I was unaware of their imminent arrival.

I emerged from the darkroom to show Sabine a proof I had printed. She always checked my work to make certain that I had developed the film properly. My eyes were still adjusting the the bright light when I I heard a very cheerful voice. " Hey William!" We exchanged a few words and I quickly disappeared back in the dark room. I have encountered a great deal in my career as a photographer, but this particular memory stands out. And continues to bring smiles years later.

The photographer (and the assistant) have to strike the right balance between attention to detail and people-skills. Extroverts might find the relational role more natural whereas introverts might be more comfortable behind the camera. In my case, I learned that behaving naturally elicited the same response from the subjects. I also learned to modulate a bit. The next bridegroom might not be so understanding.

Part 3 - Shooting

2011-05-11T08:40:00.001-05:00

Part 3 - Shooting

The photo shoot, always exciting, is the culmination of careful planning.

And greater than the sum of its parts.  Enter the subjects.

Throw in the variables (i.e., the weather).

Then sprinkle a good measure of magic...

the serendipity of the creative force.

In this moment - when reality merges with dreams- I am in my zone.

Spontaneity can't be planned but good planning removes

distractions that block the flow of ideas.

When I have done my homework before the shoot, I am open to the

gifts  I might otherwise miss...light  that attend through a window

filtered by an afternoon cloud. Perhaps some small detail

that captures the essence of the subject.

I honor the creative flow when I am

open to situations as they arise.

The client/photographer relationship has it's roots

in our early conversations. I strive to understand my

clients' wishes so that each feels heard, respected.

As comfortable as I am holding a camera,

I know that the subject is often not at ease in front of a camera.

So I set the tone of the shoot.

An important part of my job is to build  trust, to create a joint venture.

With this, the mask is stripped away.

An inner truth, a glimpse of the interior...these can then surface.

My assistant knows the process.

This partnership allows us to work together seamlessly.

An extra set of eyes can spot a misplaced or missing element.

Help with styling and lighting. And, most importantly,

remove distractions. This allows me to focus on small

details that make a huge difference.
 
Planning, good communication, teamwork...

these provide the foundation for the creative shoot.

Discipline leaves the creative flow unimpeded.

Ah, the shoot...I love my job.

I really love my job.

Look out for Part 4

27/4/11 - Recovery

2011-05-01T19:24:00.000-05:00

27/4/11- Recovery

For the past few days I have spent most of my time in the Fultondale area talking to victims, photographing the devastation and trying to get a better understanding of what these people are going through. I have seen an outpouring of compassion from other areas - even other states. I have witnessed convoys of power trucks from other states, all working tirelessly with our local power company to restore power to the affected areas. Neighbor helping neighbor, friend helping friend and stranger helping stranger to rebuild what was lost.

Church members from Waco Baptist Church in Waco,Georgia giving out sandwiches and cold drinks.

My last blog painted a portrait of the irrepressible human spirit (and I still embrace that thought process), however this go 'round I've seen [and heard] bits of the opposite. Companies price gouging unsuspecting victims for services rendered, looting and those who take a dire situation and use it to their advantage. One Pleasant Grove family gathered all their belongings they could find and put them in a travel trailer. The next morning the trailer and all their earthly possessions were gone. While I was on location in Fultondale a suspected looter was apprehended trying to steal an air condition unit...in broad daylight. Sadly, the list goes on.

1670th Transportation Company working in conjunction with the Fultondale Police Department.

Our state has been declared a state of emergency, therefore National Guard troops have been deployed to the areas most affected. I had the great privilege to shadow Major Tongret with the 167th Theater Sustainment Command. He, along with the 1670th Transportation Company and the 208th Chemical Company, provided security for Fultondale. They also furnished bottled water for the victims and workers.

Major Tongret taking time to speak with one of the victims

Many of the soldiers I met took time to listen and give comfort to the victims. After one of the residents expressed her sincere gratitude to a soldier, he humbly walked away telling me that he didn't feel like he had earned such gratitude, he was just doing his job. That was the spirit of these men and women who had worked long shifts in the heat of the day to secure the area for these hurting people. I am completely humbled by their selfless service to their country and its citizens.

208th Chemical Company

208th Chemical Company unloading bottles of water

1670th Transportation Company

208th Chemical Company distributing water, ice and other supplies

Pallets of water

This soldier asked me to photograph the bracelet he wears to honor one of his fallen unit members. He was killed in action in Iraq on November 4, 2009 (at 18 years of age).

The flag pictured was found thrown in pile of trash. One of the soldiers retrieved it and proudly displayed it on the back of his vehicle.

The 1670th taking care of business

As I sat to go through the photos I had taken I realized that I had been operating on adrenaline and had not actually taken time to process what I had witnessed. There was so much destruction it was almost overwhelming. I can't even imagine how the residents of these affected areas must feel. I was humbled to receive 2 emails from residents of other distressed areas asking if I would provide coverage for their city as I have Fultondale. Unfortunately, I have not been able to do so.

I pray that no one will ever forget the tragic events of April 27, 2011 or the men, women and children who lost their lives as a result. Give thanks even in the midst of the storm, not for things lost ... but for things spared. God bless you all.

A special Thank you to:
Maj. Tongret, 167th Theater Sustainment Command
National Guard - 1670th Transportation Company
National Guard - 208th Chemical Company
Fultondale Police Department
STIX - Fultondale
Royal Cup Coffee
and the gracious individuals that allowed me to be a part of their world for a few days to be with them and share their story.

27/4/11- Aftermath

2011-04-29T21:47:00.005-05:00

April 28, 2011 – The Aftermath

I woke up to sunlight beaming through my bedroom window and birds singing. The only reminder of the devastation of the night before was the absence of electricity in my home. I immediately prepared my equipment and headed out with my stepson to survey the damage in the light of day. First order of business - get breakfast. Unfortunately, nothing in the Northern area of town was open. Not even WalMart! You know it's bad when WalMart is closed! We would have to settle for a cosmic brownie and a canteen of water.

I was anxious to document the Pleasant Grove devastation because my wife still has friends in the area. Pleasant Grove was sealed off by law enforcement and we were unable to get in. Although I was disappointed I completely understood. I did not want to be a hindrance to any of the rescue efforts.

April 27, 2011, the deadliest tornado day in Alabama since March 21, 1932, and possibly one of the five deadliest tornado sprees in U.S. weather records.

(source al.com)

Once we were back in Fultondale I was able to find a street that was not blocked off to park the car and set off on foot. Walking the area almost felt like a ghost town. We saw people surveying the damage to their homes, business owners trying to secure their establishments and city workers continuing the clean up.
As I looked around me I was both shocked and elated that there were no fatalities.

Remnants of a hotel just off I-65 and Hwy. 31

He was buried under a small desk for over 30 min. after the building came down on him.

Family members came to rescue and pulled him out of the debris. On a side note: It was the gentleman's birthday.

The owners of the car assessing at the damage.

Adjuster estimating the damage.

Residents taking matters in there own hands to begin the clean up.

An entire neighborhood destroyed.

Alabama Power worked non-stop to restore power.

Full Moon BBQ - The only flag I saw flying at half mast.

April 27, 2011: At least 209 dead as tornadoes sweep through Alabama.

(source al.com)

April 29, 2011 - Aftermath

I honestly can say that my family and I are blessed. I can only imagine the horror all of the victims have gone through. Many lives were changed forever. My heart goes out to the families that lost everything - including family members. I pray for those still searching for missing loved ones.

The one thing that stands out is the overwhelming sense of community in all of the affected areas. These families want their story to be told. Each person has their own description of the events that took place and I attempted to document a few of them.

Employees of STIX restaurant in Fultondale driving around serving food and cold water.

Royal Cup Coffee drove around passing out doughnuts and cases of water.

This family survived Hurricane Katrina, moved to Fultondale and got hit by the tornado... and got looted the same night.

Two Doodles employees survive by hiding in a very small closet.

What I have learned while preparing this photo essay:
1. People are more resilient than we give them credit for. To quote the lyrics of a song, "Maybe knocked down, but not out forever". ~ Toby Mac - Christian artist.
2. Natural disasters bring communities together to achieve a common goal and to help one another.
3. The South will rise again! ~ Scarlet O'Hara - Gone with the Wind.

4.Moments like these are when humanity shows it's best, good conquers evil and we grow closer as a race.

Read 27/4/11 - Recovery

27/4/11 -A Day Of Destruction

2011-04-29T08:30:00.002-05:00

April 27, 2011 - A Day Of Destruction

Growing up in Germany, I was never affected by natural disasters such as tornadoes or hurricanes. My first real taste of a twister was in Indiana as a teenager and hurricane winds in Florida in my twenties. Neither of these prepared me for the mass destruction I experienced on April 27, 2011. Severe weather warnings flashed across the television screen all day. Since this is fairly common in Alabama it didn't seem like that big of a deal.

In the wee hours of the morning it was storming but nothing particularly unusual. By 4pm you could see cloud formations, but the sun still tried to come through the clouds. My family sat down and watched ABC 33/40 James Spann to follow the path of the storms. As we were watching we saw images of a tornado more than 1 mile wide clearing a path through the city of Tuscaloosa. Debris was flying in circles like a carousel ride. We sat in awe as we learned the tornado was building steam and moving toward the Northern area...toward us! In the path of destruction was Hueytown, my wife's hometown and Pleasant Grove, where she lived for more than 18 years.

Shortly after the tornado reached the city of Fultondale, the power flickered and then was gone. We had no way of knowing where the storm was going or what damage it had done. By 7pm the "would be" photojournalist in me couldn't sit still any longer. I jumped in the car and headed out to Fultondale to assess the damage. What I discovered was more than I was prepared for, but still only a fraction of the damage that was inflicted on Tuscaloosa and Pleasant Grove.

Pictures taken 30 minutes after the storm in Fultondale, Al.....

(Shell Station on Walker Chapel Rd)

(Fultondale Fire Dept.)

(A normal sight)

(Law enforcement and officials blocking off Hwy 31 in Fultondale,Al)

(a man checking his office)

(Family checking on there business)

(Power lines down, Hwy31)

(Pure destruction on Hwy 31)

I was not prepared what I saw the next morning. Look out for 04-27-2011- Aftermath

Part 2 - Scouting

2011-04-26T10:53:00.000-05:00

Part 2 - Scouting

Scouting is one of the fun things, but it also can be one of those nightmares. It all depends on the location and if it's privately owned and getting the permission to use it, etc. Now remember, I am not doing big budget productions for big magazines, I do portraits that I would like to put my whole creativity in.

First of all I rarely use the same location twice, because I don't want to repeat my work, I want it to be unique each time. Now, how do I find my locations, everyday when I am going places I look around, keep places in mind and may be come back to take a closer look. Scouting is very important to me, it adds character to the final picture and it helps me to get a feel for the location with the light, posing, etc. to create the prefect portrait. Remember a location is very important to a photo shoot, it adds to the character and mood of a portrait.

Having an eye for locations is something you will develop over time. This shot I had a location right next to a Shopping centers parking lot, and you can't tell can you....

I also been in situations that I had to travel out of state for a portrait session, and had no time for scouting. I don't like that, but I do as much research possible over the internet, and clients help as well when they realize how important it is to my work. So, on arrival there is no time for scouting because the next day is the shoot. Of course I have a few minutes to walk around the locations my client pointed out. That is when I have to think on my feet. Now that on the other hand keeps my mind sharp and I go with experience and most of all "The Flow of The Moment.

Once I had to get permission to use a Training Facility for Fire Dept. to use that location in that shoot.
Because it involves fire that I want to use in a picture, so I contacted one of my contacts, something that always comes handy. We did set up a meeting, I pitched my idea and remember no matter how bold your idea is never be afraid to ask!!! Because the only stupid question will be the one you don't ask and you might loos a great opportunity to a great picture!!!

The Fire Chief was on board with me and my idea, so all I had to do was scout out the location to get a feel for it and be prepared for the shoot!!

Here is an example of how it looks in reality and how it ends up as art.
You can find locations around you with no problems, you just have to see the potential in your surrounding.
The proof my point this location is next to an interstate

Look out for Part 3

Part 1 - Artist Concept, Contracts and Pre-Production

2011-04-18T06:30:00.001-05:00

Part 1 - Artist Concept, Contracts and Pre-Production

This five-part series will explain in greater detail my approach to a photo shoot.

I specialize in portraits for those who appreciate art and the work behind the picture.

After a phone call or e-mail inquiry/follow-up and once hired, my first priority is to get to know the client. A relaxed meeting and exchange of ideas gives me a sense of who the client is…and how adventurous.
After this I develop the Artistic Concept or a Pre-Production plan. While conceptual planning of this scale is not always the case for a normal portrait session, I love to create something unique within the contracted budget. And, because I love what I do. I find this approach feeds creativity and revs up energy.

During this phase, I determine the direction the photo shoot will take. My inspirations spring from movies, music, my surroundings. Or from a thought that has been tempting me for a while. My mind stays in a creative mode most of the time. Ideas about wardrobe, locations, accessories, posing…much of it happens in the bathtub!

Look out for Part 2- Scouting

The Encounter by Joe Kilgore (Artwork by William Nolen)

2010-12-29T20:01:00.000-06:00

One of my portraits that I shot in Washington DC was used in an Online Art Magazine.

To see the article visit nthWORD or just read below....

The Encounter
by Joe Kilgore

Beneath the harsh light of a bare bathroom bulb, it was easy to see bags under his eyes. There was no problem whatsoever in locating crow's feet and frown lines and the three horizontals etched in his forehead. Red blotches and brown skin discolorations stood out like warning signs on a road under construction. But this was no work in progress. This was the canvas he was left with after sixty-three years of struggle, success and whatever it was that had come after that.

The thing that wasn't as obvious visually, the thing that was more difficult to find, was dignity. Surely it was still there. It must be, he reasoned. Hidden behind the time and the mileage and the unrelenting belief that a man shouldn't be judged by what he did, but rather by how well he did it. Surely this was the true measure of what one saw in the mirror each day. Why then, was it so elusive? Why did he always have to look south of his neck to find it?

His coat was white linen, with satin lapels. A white shirt, festooned with black onyx studs and topped with a black satin bow tie, fit snugly beneath it. The coat hung acceptably, if somewhat loose. It covered black slacks and laced brogans that shone like a full moon at midnight. Spit-polished, though it wasn't mandatory. One must maintain standards, he told himself. Even if they're one's own.

Slipping on his well-worn top coat, more for camouflage than warmth, he walked to the bus stop. The ride took twenty minutes. Twenty minutes he always spent wondering how he had come to this. He never came up with a definitive answer. Absolutes were too elusive. Too subject to debate and rationalization, he thought. So he would console himself by admitting there were far too many variables to reach a finite conclusion. Then, arriving, he would content himself with the routine. The regimen of simply doing the job.

He was always at least an hour early. Not because he felt it was necessary to curry favor. Not because he had a number of things to do to prepare for the coming evening. In fact, each night before he left, he performed all his wrap-up tasks and made virtually all his next-day preparations before going home. He swept, mopped and buffed the floor. Scrubbed and sanitized the commodes. Checked to make sure the stall latches were in working order and appropriately shined. Refilled the toilet paper rolls and folded the ends into a perfect V. He thoroughly cleaned the urinals and replaced each sanitary cake. Washed all vestiges of fingerprints from the sinks and mirrors. Polished the brass and marble. Refilled the soap dispensers. Replaced the used cologne bottles. Collected and sent to housekeeping the soiled linen hand towels. It was a nightly routine that generally took him at least an hour after the restaurant officially closed.

So the only things he had to do prior to each evening's opening were, retrieve the washed and ironed linens and fill the urinals with ice cubes. But he continually arrived early anyway. He did so because the completion of these last two tasks and the quiet, reflective minutes that followed were simply the most pleasurable moments of his day.

During this time he daydreamed of the urban sophisticate he once was, awaiting the arrival of guests at his latest dinner party. The care he took in refolding each hand towel into a precise breast pocket square and lining them all up from the splash guard to the edge of the vanity, like a chorus line of legless Rocketts, made him feel as though he were still capable of impressing smart, intelligent people. People not unlike himself. Or, at least, the person he had once been.

The night began like most others. Few patrons arrived early. It was considered bad form to be seen dining in an empty room. So the bar filled up first. Executives elbow to elbow. Their dates or wives or escorts joining them after one or two drinks had already been consumed. Eventually the larger parties would agree to be seated. Some of the males excusing themselves to make room for the wine and food that would follow. Then his night began in earnest.

"Good evening, sir." Some would return his greeting. Some would simply smile and amble past him. A few paid him no mind at all, as if he were invisible. Turning both the hot and cold handle in unison, so the temperature would be just right, he would generally say, "Let me get that for you, sir." Then he would offer a crisp hand towel as he added, "Enjoy your evening." If the individual looked like he was unsure where to toss the used linen, he would say, "Just leave it there sir, I'll take care of it. "Sometimes they would see the copper bowl on the vanity and put in change or a bill. Often they would overlook it and simply hand him a tip, to which he'd always reply, "Thank you, sir." And of course, there were those who would walk out leaving nothing. Usually the ones who failed to acknowledge him initially. When it was too crowded to address each customer individually, he would simply stand against the wall, stepping forward silently when there was room, to wipe and dry the marble vanity.

A young man, not yet thirty, shaking his head and smiling to himself, returned to his table on legs wobbly from strong drink. The women were engaged in conversation, but the man who rounded out the foursome spoke to him as he took his seat.

"What's that look on your face? Just tell yourself a joke or something?"
"You're not going to believe who I just saw."
"Who?"
"Russell Parker."
"Russell Parker. Where do I know that name from?"
"From me, idiot. I told you about Russell Parker...the man I used to work for."
"Oh, yes. Now I remember. Parker. You weren't too keen on him as I recall."
"Not too keen? The bastard fired me."
"Oh...that's right. He's the guy who let you go. Then later, what was it? You said he got into some sort of trouble. Didn't you?"
"You've got a memory like a sieve, Einstein. I told you he went to prison."
"That's right. You said he was caught embezzling, or something like that."

"Not embezzling, exactly. He went to trial for bilking the government. Inflating the number of hours his firm put in on government contracts. He swore he didn't do it. Swore it was just an accounting screw-up. Amplified by the government's labyrinth of arcane rules and regulations for coding actual hours worked. But nobody at the agency would back him up. He did two years in one of those minimum security lock-ups."

"You think he was telling the truth? You think he got a raw deal?"

"Who the fuck knows," the tipsy young man spat back. "The agency wasn't going to take the fall. And he sure as hell hadn't gone out of his way to make a lot of friends who were willing to stick their necks out for him."

"So, did he recognize you? Did you ask him what it was like to be in the slammer?"

"No," the young man said, taking a gulp from his fourth Scotch on the rocks, "I don't think he recognized me."

"Well why should he," his friend replied, draining his Vodka martini. "I'm sure you were just another in a long line of young Turks he dumped when the quarterlies were plummeting. Now that he's back, dining in a place like this...who's going to remember one of the expendables?"

"No, you don't understand, imbecile. He's not dining here. I think he's working here. As the fucking men's room attendant!"

The friend almost choked on the plastic sword in his olive. "What? You're joking. It can't be. You have had a number of drinks, you know."

"It was him alright. I'm not likely to forget that face. Or that voice. So haughty. So patrician. Well, he's damn sure not so high and mighty anymore."

"But why in the world would he be working as a men's room attendant?"

"I guess he couldn't get back in advertising. Tainted goods, you know. All doors closed to him. Plus, he's no spring chicken. It's bad enough being old in this game. Throw in high profile embarrassment for the whole industry, and on top of it all, an ex-con. Hell, there's no way he'd land a decent job in any business again."

"But Jeez, a men's room attendant, I mean really. You must be mistaken."

"I'm not. I'll prove it to you. Come on, lets have some fun," he said pulling his chair back and beginning to rise unsteadily.

"I don't think that's such a great idea. I wouldn't--"

Undeterred, the young man jerked his friend up by the shoulder and spoke to the women. "We'll be right back."

"Oh, don't worry about us," the blonde said sarcastically, "we're only the ones you dragged here."

"Yeah," the brunette echoed. "Your dates, remember?"

Shoving his friend toward the back of the restaurant as he left the table, the young man squawked, "Have another drink you two. You seem to be pretty good at that. Hell, the way you both gab, we'll be back before you finish it."

Just outside the dark mahogany door with the brushed brass nameplate, the young man told his friend, "Just follow my lead. This will be good for some laughs."

They walked inside and over to the row of urinals, each separated by thin rectangular marble. They hadn't looked directly at him when they entered, but their peripheral vision had spotted him standing by the vanity.

"Hey, did I ever tell you about this asshole I used to work for?"

The friend played along. "No. I don't think so."

"Sure. Sure I did. You remember. Russell Parker. I must have told you about him. Man, I never worked for such a stuck-up son of a bitch."

Now that they were actually underway, the friend realized what a crass endeavor he was participating in. So he just stood there, penis in hand, trying to urinate.

"He used to prance around the office like he was king or something. Barking orders. Very la-de-da, you know. A real prick."

Silence. From the friend, and from the only other man in the room.

"And speaking of pricks, oops! I kind of missed the urinal and hit the wall." Then, looking over his shoulder, he said, "Hey, fella, you might want to clean this up over here, before it starts to really smell, you know." The answer was slow and deliberate. "I'll take care of it when you leave sir."

"Oh, good. Wouldn't want your office to be untidy, now would we," the young man giggled.

Both men went over to wash their hands. Still, neither had looked at the third man directly. The friend finished quickly, no longer wanting to be part of whatever his mate had in mind. The young man made a point of thrashing about, splashing water on the counter and the mirror. He purposely grabbed a towel from the middle of the regimental stack, knocking over those in front of it. By now his friend had made a quick exit.

The older man stood silently by the vanity as the younger opened a bottle of cologne. He shook some into his hands and slapped his cheeks, rubbed his neck and then made a farce of accidentally tipping the bottle of cologne over and into the copper bowl filled with coins and dollar bills.

"Oh, sorry about that," he said, righting it. Then grabbing even more hand towels to wipe the excess off his palms and fingers, he added, "Of course, it might help, right? I mean that spare change must get pretty ripe from time to time, huh?"

"Whenever you're through, sir," was the only reply.

Now, for the first time since he had entered the lavatory, the young man turned and looked squarely into the older man's eyes.

"You don't even remember me, do you?

"Actually, I remember you quiet well," came the reply.

Then, as if the man had not spoken at all, the young man said, "Just another one of the little people you walked on, then spit out, right?"

"There are as many interpretations of history as there are historians," the older man answered.

Becoming even more belligerent, if such a thing were possible, the young man bleated "Yeah, well who's getting walked on now, huh? I'm pulling down a hundred and fifty grand, and you're cleaning the shit house. Kind of makes you question your decision to get rid of me, doesn't it?"

"On the contrary" the older man replied in an unrushed, somber tone. "Your behavior tonight only reinforces that decision."

"Oh it does, does it? Well, listen to me Mr. Russell fucking Parker, I'm going to find the manager of this dump and tell him that you were rude and insulting to me and my associate and if he wants to keep me and my agency-friends coming in here, he'll dump your ass as of tonight. What the hell do you think of that?"

"Frankly, it's no less than I would have expected of you...sir."

Now red-faced and slewing spittle, the young man clamored, "I'm not kidding Parker, I'll do it. Your hotshot ass will be on the street and you'll have to live with the fact that you couldn't even hold down a god-damned janitor's job."

"That's true. I might indeed have to live with that," began his reply, "but on the plus side, I shan't have to live with you."

With the back of his hand, the young man raked the remaining hand towels onto the floor. They lay scattered about like battlefield dead. Virtually yelling now, he shouted, "You didn't learn shit in prison, did you? You haven't changed at all!"

"I learned a bit about humility, I think," the older man answered. "But we never really change, do we? Witness your performance tonight."

His energy spent, the young man mumbled, "Screw you," and headed for the door.

"Enjoy your evening, sir," were the last words that passed between them.

The manager was dispassionate. It wasn't personal. No malice was involved. It wasn't even necessary to ask if the accusations were true. It didn't matter. The young man and his friends were regular customers. They brought in a lot of money. It wasn't worth the potential loss of income. Particularly for a position the establishment had planned on eventually phasing out anyway. Surely he understood. And in fact, he did.

Later, in the dark hours of one day's death and another's birth, the bare bathroom bulb he stood beneath was as harsh as usual. It left no room for wishful thinking. No potential for self pity. It washed a light across a countenance as withered and worn as ever. A mien sculpted by both self-inflicted trials and those that chance serves up from time to time. But there was something different too. Something different in what was reflected there.

The uniform hung not on his shoulders, but on a hanger behind him. He was told he could return it the next day. And somehow now, he didn't need it anymore. He didn't need a costume to find that which had been so elusive. This time he could see what he thought he had lost. He could see it behind the tired eyes and the forgotten smile. Maybe it had always been there. Maybe it always would be. nth.

Joe Kilgore has created television, radio, newspaper and magazine advertising for some of the world's largest corporations. Over the years his commercials and ads have been honored with local, regional, national and international awards. A Texan by birth, Joe currently divides his time between Chicago, Illinois, Sedona, Arizona and Austin in his native state. The father of three, Joe lives with his wife, an accomplished artist, two cats and an African gray parrot. Joe has recently turned to fiction (as if advertising wasn't) and has been published in Bartleby Snopes. The Blunder is his debut novel. www.joekilgore.com

The Fearless Bride akaTrash The Dress

2010-12-03T06:03:00.001-06:00

It's about creation, not destruction.

When “Trash the Dress” popped up about two years ago, brides all over the world became intrigued by the high-fashion style of wedding photography featuring the dirtied, torn, burned, soggy remains of their once-pristine white dresses. So just what is this new phenomenon? The uninitiated view this as a narcissistic gag involving the destruction of the wedding dress. Yet more and more couples see this as a fun, freeing "next step" after the big event...an opportunity to stretch the celebration. Conversely, even if the wedding - a long time in production - comes off without a hitch, life doesn't. Letting go of the illusion of perfection removes stress. The Washington Post, no less...home of Judith Martin [aka Miss Manners]...published a feature story about Trash the Dress:

It is and isn't what the name implies. The ultimate goal of a Trash the Dress shoot is art: to produce striking photos of a woman in a symbolic white dress in a setting in which she would never normally be found -- a gritty alley, perhaps, or a dark coal mine. She is often alone, but is sometimes shot with her husband, and it's rare that the gowns are fully destroyed, though the most honest brides say there is something cathartic about getting a little messy after so many months of fixating on perfection. [The shoot] breaks a bride and groom out of the typical wedding context. Often the itineraries are designed to reflect some aspect of the couple's story or interests: scuba divers in the water, nature lovers on the path they walk with their dogs.

And the dress isn't always destroyed. A bit dirty, perhaps, but nothing the dry cleaners can't handle. Unless of course, the bride decides that the symbolism of "once in a lifetime" resonates. Perhaps, too, she simply doesn't want to vacuum around a box in the bottom of a closet for the next several decades. Whatever the reason, these photoshoots are relaxed and fun. For the photographer as well:

I love doing them because it gives you the freedom and the time to take amazing, creative portraits at a location that can’t happen on the wedding day,” Sol says. “Then you’re running against the clock. There’s not much time to shoot the bride, and after the ceremony you have to cover the reception, with not much opportunity in-between to think about going to another amazing place. With TTD you have all of the time and freedom to do all kinds of different stuff. It’s just a happy moment for the bride and groom and free rein for us to do whatever we want. Matt Adcock, Wedding/Photojournalist Association

The Varying Degrees of Trash the Dress

ALL THE WAY

Most clients are ready and willing to do just about anything. They see the limitless options and revel in the creativity. "You want me to stand inside that burning building? Cool." After months of to-do lists and endless input from others, the opportunity to loosen up and have fun is energizing as well as provides a fun, personal addendum to the formal wedding photographs.

EASY
Some brides may not want to totally trash their dress in water, mud or flames. If so, we “step outside the box” with this kind of portraiture. The bride may walk through fields, along railroad tracks, or through abandoned buildings, all of which can work just as well. The risk to the dress is still there, of course, but real damage can be avoided.

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So a Trash the Dress session is essentially taking a bride into a setting far removed from the wedding milieu. Perhaps, for instance, a client enjoys a particular hobby, boating or golf, for instance. Or the couple is inspired by an event or location. The shoot affords them a bit of fantasy.

Location, obviously, can really affect what kind of TTD session is possible, but any locale, from cities to cornfields, offer creative possibilities. “If you’re in a city you could go in a fountain, or perhaps shoot on a train track.” One well-known photographer has even tied up a bride and put her on a railroad track. “So, you can go very dark or really artistic. In any case, the message being created, using creative light, should be about the love between the bride and groom, and that this dress is that it’s not going to be worn again." Matt Adcock

BUT WHAT HAPPENS TO THE DRESSES?

Trash the Dress’s info page says: “You’ve made a commitment to your husband. He’s your one and only true love, right? Then you’ll never need the dress again. And no, your daughter won’t wear it in 20-30 years. So you have two choices: 1.) Suffocate it in plastic and throw it in a closet, 2.) Show your husband how committed you are by trashing the dress, and get some great fun pictures while you do it!”

Arguably, there is a third choice: selling or donating the dress so it can be worn again. But preserving the dress for that purpose wouldn’t result in the kind of photography that has attracted millions of users to the site.

Photo shoots typically take place in unusual settings, the kinds of places not normally associated with the purity implied by a perfect white dress. In the photos, brides trudge through swamps, splash in fountains, roll around on sand, or perch on escape ladders in urban alleyways. The photos are always a study in contrasts and look more like something out of Vogue than a stodgy wedding album.

Some brides who have done TTD shoots say there’s no harm done, no foul, in wrecking a dress. ”I didn’t want to ruin it because I planned to resell it, and I’m sentimental, sure,” said newlywed Wai Sze Zara, who did a photo shoot on a beach, to the New York Daily News. “But at the same time, I learned at some point, you have to let go a little bit.” And, in fact, she had her dress dry cleaned and was able to sell it later. The questions remains, however, about whether this trend encourages waste. Surely a silk radzimer dress that’s been dragged through the mud or set on fire cannot be salvaged enough for resale. Ultimately, TTD revolves around the emotions and love surrounding the sessions more than the gown itself.

"beautiful, happy and sexy images"

TTD truly is about creation, not destruction.

Photographers Who Have Been My Inspiration: Annie Leibovitz

2010-11-16T06:02:00.001-06:00

"When I say I want to photograph someone, what it really means is that I'd like to know them. Anyone I know I photograph"

by Annie Leibovitz

Annie Leibovitz

When Leibovitz returned to the United States in 1970, she started her career as a staff photographer, working for the recently-launched Rolling Stone magazine. In 1973, publisher Jann Wenner appointd Leibovitz chief photographer of the magazine, a job she would hold for 10 years. Her intimate photographs of celebrities helped define the Rolling Stone look. Ironically the magazine helped to refine her as she studied the photography showcased in other magazines. Richard Avedon's portraits, for example, stirred and excited her. She learned that she could both work for magazines and create a body of personal work. In fact, this pairing proved to be fortuitously symbiotic and stimulated her growth as a photographer. The magazine work gave her discipline. The personal shoots are more intimate and allow her to tell a story through her portraits. She works with people who love her, who, in her own words, "Open their hearts and souls and lives to you."

Annie Leibovitz captured my attention before I knew anything about her. I was drawn to her unique perspective, to the surprise her vision brings. I have sought - through my own viewfinder - to frame my subjects creatively so that the essence of their personalities emerge. This requires good communication with the client(s) and thorough planning. Interestingly, the creative energy sparked by encounter often serves as a catalyst for creativity. A gesture births an idea. The unpredictable, quixotic light of an outdoor trumps my plans. Each photo session is imbued with the spirit of a big production. Budgets, of course, exist but I have discovered that I can rely on my friends or sometimes those of the client to assist with a a photo shoot.
This teaming of disparate people and circumstances, the generosity of all concerned to participate in the creation of art, the humility of asking...all work together for the good of this intimate creative process. A unique, revealing portrait is seeped in vulnerability, not mere posing.

I love going beyond a "look in the camera and smile" portrait session.
Marrying the best of commercial photography - planning, preparation, professionalism - with the intimacy of a portrait or Trash the Dress session gives foundation to the process. From this, art is created, a story is told.

Ironic that Annie's work influenced me long before I knew that I wanted to become a professional photographer. As a little kid I was amazed by the famous Rolling Stone cover with John Lennon and Yoko Ono:

On December 8, 1980, Leibovitz had a photo shoot with John Lennon for Rolling Stone, promising him he would make the cover.After she had initially tried to get a picture with just Lennon alone, which is what Rolling Stone wanted, Lennon insisted that both he and Yoko Ono be on the cover. Leibovitz then tried to re-create something like the kissing scene from the Double Fantasy album cover, a picture that she loved. She had John remove his clothes and curl up next to Yoko. Leibovitz recalls, "What is interesting is she said she'd take her top off and I said, 'Leave everything on' — not really preconceiving the picture at all. Then he curled up next to her and it was very, very strong. You couldn't help but feel that she was cold and he looked like he was clinging on to her. I think it was amazing to look at the first Polaroid and they were both very excited. John said, 'You've captured our relationship exactly. Promise me it'll be on the cover.' I looked him in the eye and we shook on it." Leibovitz was the last person to professionally photograph Lennon—he was shot and killed by Mark David Chapman five hours later. The photograph has subsequently been re-created in 2009 by John and Yoko's son Sean Lennon, posing with his girlfriend Kemp Muhl, with male/female roles reversed (Sean clothed, Kemp naked)

The juxtaposition of tragedy and Lebovitz's brilliant capture produced a unique and powerful cover. When I was younger I saw only the finished work. When I began my own career in photography, I came to appreciate the craftsmanship, the communication between photographer and client, the courage to improvise, the humility of the extemporaneous. I found joy in the work behind the camera required to produced a creative, powerful image.

Ah, Miss Leibovitz. The simplicity of your photos underscores the impact of the story that resonates. At times your portrait sessions resemble more closely a huge Hollywood production than an intimate encounter. Whatever your methods, your hallmark is the unique truth of your art. You are, after all is said and done, the standard bearer for this industry. Thank you.

In the Image Of . . .

2010-10-06T09:40:00.006-05:00

"A fight is going on inside me," said an old man to his son.

"It is a terrible fight between two wolves.

One wolf is evil.

He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed,

arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority,

superiority, and ego.

The other wolf is good.
He is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness,
benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.

The same fight is going on inside of you."

The son thought about it for a minute and then asked,

"Which wolf will win?"

The old man replied simply,
"The one you feed."

- Wendy Mass

"The Hunter"

I saw him fourteen years ago on the shoulder of the Trans-Canada Highway. The encounter came at the end of a day trip from Banff to Lake Louise, on up to Jasper and back again, skimming the Continental Divide on the Icefields Parkway.

Mink, otter, big horn sheep, and several elk later, the drive drew to a close. My mind struggled to take in the rugged grandeur of the Canadian Rockies. Glaciers, emerald lakes, and towering cliffs dotted with sparkling rivulets of water frozen in mid-air now rested beside memories of the soft rolling fields of my south Georgia childhood.

I returned to the present when, straight ahead, the motionless profile of a silver wraith emerged from the deep dusk. Lit by a waxing moon, the shape took on texture, dimension and, with this, life, as the gray wolf turned his head toward the car and stared. Closer still, then side by side, our eyes locked in a timeless stare.

Elegant, primordial, capable of running at speeds up to thirty-eight miles per hour for twenty miles, the creature did not flinch as the car moved past but held his gaze and I, mine. I swiveled and saw the wolf's head roll back and up before disappearing into the night. From the darkness, a howl - splendid, baleful - rose, then fell, fell somewhere deep inside me to a place that had never been touched, into an emptiness waiting to be filled.

A talented, disciplined photographer knows to blur the extraneous and guide the viewer's eye, to capture a deceptively simple moment that captivates, whispers - sometimes shouts - a story.

Here rests the tension of daily life: to focus, to blur the non-essential, to discern universal truth in the multitude of moments that threaten to overwhelm. My thoughts have returned repeatedly to that roadside encounter in Canada. For the longest time, I saw only the accidental meeting of two disparate creatures, one driven by natural appetite and the other, fueled by more complex urges.

But life has chipped away at me. My perspective has changed. The complexity has diminished. The wolf and I, locked in an eternal gaze, are not vastly different.

I am a hunter, seeking what feeds, sustains, propels me forward.
Sometimes I howl at the moon.

I wait and watch and listen in solitude, night and day,
offering the space within to be filled . . . or not.

I choose joy. I choose hope. I choose Love.

I choose to trust the eternal Love

to cherish earthly loves

to surrender my spirit

to die, to die a thousand deaths

to be resurrected each time

redeemed, renewed, strengthened, softened, resilient

I choose the call I answer.

Made in the image of

choice . . . freedom . . . love

Photo by William Nolen Written by Celeste Brady

Life

2010-09-08T08:55:00.000-05:00

"There is always an enormous temptation in all of life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for itsy-bitsy years on end...... We are making hay when we should be making whoopee; we are raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain, or Lazarus. "

— Annie Dillard

Lest gardeners protest, rest assured that there is absolutely nothing wrong with raising tomatoes. A good tomato is one of life's great joys. I am passionate about slices of beefsteak tomato on grilled sourdough bread spritzed with balsamic vinegar and slathered with homemade basil mayonnaise. Add rings of Vidalia onion with a few leaves of baby spinach and discover the origin of the phrase “heaven on a bun.”

A well-lived life has passion at its core . . . a passion born in silence. In the quiet, we hear whispers of how we are wonderfully and uniquely made. In our respite from community, we are made fit for it. This dance of life – a soft coming together and moving apart – imparts an awareness that we need not clutch but, rather, touch lightly, looking deeply into the eyes of those we encounter . . . into the place where souls intersect. Just as a piece of music has more silence than notes, so our bodies are filled with space. Atoms in a molecule are not tightly bound but held together by affinity, by vibration. Affinity for a power greater than ourselves and the resulting harmony bind ever so gently the mind, spirit, and essence of each of us.

Just as wordswithoutspacemakenosense, life without space makes no sense. In solitude, we pick a spot, some place that speaks to us: a garden or a bench by the sea, perhaps, or a chair by a window. An old dog is allowed. Such a creature appreciates sitting quietly by his master. He is not burdened with thoughts of the future or apprehensive about choices. His immediate needs - food, water, a good scratch behind the ears - occupy his thoughts. The presence of the one who cares for him is enough, just as the presence of the One who cares for us is sufficient. Grace and mercy. Our deepest longings. In this quiet, passion takes root.

Solitude can turn on us, though, when the whispers remind us that we are stronger than we want to be. Suddenly, to-do lists harken, to distract and divert. If we can resist the urge to act, we will recall moments when we have done the thing we thought we could not do, when we have passed through some great sorrow and lived to laugh - and cry - again. We make a deliberate choice to trust the Source of strength . . . to discern, in these moments of meditation, whether we are called to raise Cain, Lazarus, or tomatoes. To choose to act. With purpose. With confidence. With humility. With love.

Sit a spell. Listen. Dream quietly. Dream big. Believe. Believe in yourself. Believe, more importantly, in something bigger than yourself. Grow. Madeline L'Engle wrote "I do not think that I will ever reach a stage when I will say, ‘This is what I believe. Finished.’ What I believe is alive ... and open to growth." Trust the whispers that return until they are fully heard. Submit to the potter’s hand. Let self be diminished. Leave space for gift bestowed. Then dance. Make whoopee. Live not with ghosts of dreams that died but go forth in confidence, for God blesses the broken roads we travel.

Photo by William Nolen Written by Celeste Brady

Dare To Be Different!!!

2010-08-26T22:03:00.000-05:00

My mind is a crock pot of ideas, perpetually on a low simmer. It seems as though it is racing at warp speed, but in several different directions at the same time. I am constantly pursuing a new photo idea or location for some out-of-the-box idea that is most likely too crazy or expensive to actually pull off, but sure would be fun to try.

I would like to say there is a method to the madness of my photographic style and location scouting, but in all honesty there is not. Each photo location is as unique as the individual being photographed. That is precisely why I insist on an initial meeting before I book a photo session. It is important to capture a person's spirit, their essence, if you will. The perfect photo will present itself when the conditions are favorable and the subject is relaxed and having fun.

There have been numerous times when a client has told me, "I questioned your decision to have my photos taken at this location, but obviously you saw something I did not. These photos are amazing!" The ordinary can become extraordinary when proper lighting and composition is executed.

This photo was taken in a small town just West of Gardendale. The building was reduced to rubble, but the shot has, texture, depth and feeling.

One of my personal favorites. Taken at a nearby commercial construction site.

Very "James Bond-like", don't you think?

My photographic style has evolved over the course of my 11+ years in the business. I am continually trying new things, some I like and some - well, not so much. Although I research each photo session, the bottom line is to have fun, be crazy and just go for it. Some may disagree with this approach and lean toward a more technical formula. While the technical side of the business is necessary, it's certainly not everything. Relish in your creativity! Be bold. Radiate confidence (NOT cockiness). That "money shot" is sure to follow.

Day 4: Washington DC (A Pictorial Guide)

2010-08-16T06:37:00.000-05:00

Day 4: Washington DC (A Pictorial Guide)

Determined to go back to DC early in the morning to get some photos of the monuments with little or no sight-seers, I set out at 6am. Those of you who know me know how I feel about getting up that early. However, I did what I had to do to get "The Shot".

In my semi coma, I half-heartedly pulled on some clothes, drove to McDonald's to get my Combo #8 and began my journey to the US Capitol. Workers were just beginning the clean-up from the concert the night before. I had accomplished my goal of being the first tourist on the scene.

U.S. Capitol Building

Now to the next location, The Lincoln Memorial. I had a very difficult time taking photos the first time around because of the thousands of visitors flanking each corner of the building and covering on the massive steps. This time was different. This time it looked more like a photographers convention. Each one in a neat row with their tripods in place and their cameras focused on the prize - Mr. Lincoln himself.

Lincoln Memorial

By now, I began to feel the fruits of my poor judgment in footwear and clothing choices. Flip-flops and over-sized shorts with no belt did not make for a good experience. Especially since I had to park so far away from the monuments I wanted to photograph. I wasn't going to let a little plumber's butt and a few blisters deter me from my goal.

Washington Monument and U.S. Capitol Building

As I made my way over to the Vietnam Honer Wall, an indescribable feeling of reverence came over me. I looked at my arms covered in goosebumps and knew instantly I was in a hallowed place. Several individuals had gathered at the wall to pay their respects. After all, it was Memorial Day and this monument embodies the reason for the holiday. I stood there for a while just watching and pondering before I moved on to the next location.

Arlington Cemetery was the next stop. It was an amazing place, but I could not help but think it was more of a theme park than a resting place for fallen soldiers. I felt the bus tours robbed some of the dignity and sacredness. I came upon a section of recently fallen soldiers. As with the Honor Wall, I couldn't bring myself to take pictures. I watched family members and friends pay their respects to these heroes. All I could do for a while was watch and think. I respected that moment too much to invade their privacy.

Arlington Cemetery

Finally, due to my inflamed blisters and tired legs, I was too exhausted to continue my photo journey. As I made the trip back to home base I felt as though I had captured a bit of history. I will be forever grateful for this experience.

Day 3: Ellicott City (A Pictorial Guide)

2010-07-26T20:08:00.000-05:00

Day 3: Ellicott City, MD (A Pictorial Guide)

Today had nothing to do with the photo assignment, but it turned out to be a great day because I had the opportunity to reconnect with close friends from Germany that I have not seen in 19 years. I believe everyone has a role model, someone that help to mold and shape them, someone to look up to and strive to be like. For me, that person was Ken Stambaugh. Rewind 21 years or so. I was a kid in need of a mentor and Ken was one of three guys who took time away from their families to spend with me. We were able to spend several hours in Historic Ellicott City, Maryland - dining, talking about old times, and making new fond memories.

Ken and Me - May 30th, 2010

The second half of the day was spent at IKEA. My wife is a decorating junkie and I knew this was the perfect fix for her. Given the fact that she has some 10,000 logged hours on HGTV, I was certain this seeming insignificant trip would be like the holy land for her. Wide-eyed and full of wonder (and me in tow), she made her way through the maze of sofas, bedding, lighting, etc. It was fun just watching her. She was like a kid on Christmas morning.

My wife, Denise in front of her temple ( I mean, IKEA )

Stay tuned for more adventures of William & Denise: Day4

Day 2: Washington DC (A Pictorial Guide)

2010-06-28T09:12:00.002-05:00

Day 2: Washington DC (A Pictorial Guide)

After a good night's sleep, we got ready for the big photoshoot in Washington DC. I was exited and nervous at the same time. I usually like to scout a location before I shoot so I can be familiar with the surroundings. Since I had never been there I wasn't sure what to expect. It was Memorial Day weekend and we knew it was going to be crowded.

Denise and I having too much fun on the Metro.

Dohn Dye (Left) from CBS 42 does not know what to think.

Our first stop, The Smithsonian, what a sight to behold! There was so much to see and so little time to take it all in. We proceeded to the gardens to begin the shoot. It reminded me so much of the U.K. Even with all the tourist activity it was a great location.

April in the gardens behind the Smithsonian main building.

I always try to find something "unique" to include in the shoot or at least something you don't see everyday. The entrance to one of the water gardens provided just that. In fact, there were so many interesting locations it was difficult to choose which one to explore next.

This was a great experience for me to be thrust into an unfamiliar location so I would have to think fast on my feet. Those kinds of situations keep me sharp. I have to say that my wife is a great partner/assistant. She takes some of the weight off my shoulders by doing all the styling and some direction to the client on how to pose. That helps me focus better on the task at hand. Of course, the subject in front of the camera plays a vital part as well. I was blessed to have someone in front of my camera who not only loved posing but also knew how to take directions very well.

Carrying my very heavy backpack + the humidity + the extreme heat =

EXHAUSTION!

... but we did have a nice break at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant to re-energize.

Moving on to the next location, we passed the 555', 5.5" tall Washington Monument en route to the

White House.

Doing the tourist thing at the gate of the White House.

Again, doing the tourist thing in front of the Lincoln Memorial.

The Lincoln Memorial was the biggest challenge for me. By this time, I was exhausted and to work around so many people to get the picture I wanted seemed an impossible task. However, everything worked out and I was very pleased with the outcome of the pictures.

April in the back of the Lincoln Memorial with a view to the Washington Monument.

I have to say again, without my wife and the help that was there on this day I am not sure if the pictures would have turned out the way I envisioned them. Like every journey in life you learn something about yourself. This was no exception.

Me, Denise, David, April and Dohn at the top of the Lincoln Memorial.

To watch the Podcast click here.

Read: Day 3:Ellicott City, MD (A Pictorial Guide)

A Dedication......

2010-06-23T12:09:00.000-05:00

Behind every successful man is a strong woman

I have been writing about many things: my personal view of photography, how I learned,grew, evolved: what inspired me, etc. Today I would like to dedicate this blog to my beautiful Wife, Denise Nolen.

I stuck through routine rejections with the occasional reward of a small gig that would kept my spirit afloat. Then came my first success and with this a new confidence in my craftsmanship and the courage to try new things... some positive results, some not so positive, but never with regret. But the greatest gifts arrived courtesy of my successful freelance gigs for a local newspaper: meeting Denise.

My wife Denise empowers me by her belief in me, in the life and family we have built together. I wouldn't be where I am today as an Artist and, most importantly, as a Man, if not for her convictions, her unflinching support, and her assurance that I should trust my heart, my gut, her love and God.

Denise and Me - June 20, 2010

Day 1: Leaving for Maryland (A Pictorial Guide)

2010-06-16T08:31:00.006-05:00

Day 1: Leaving for Maryland (A Pictorial Guide) -

5:45 rolled around awfully early as we hit the road en route to Maryland. We originally thought the drive would take 12 hours (plus or minus), but it actually took more than 14 hours. A long journey, but well worth it.

We stopped at the rest area as we entered Virginia and took the opportunity to snap a photo in front of the welcome sign.

Halfway into Virginia a terrible rain and hail storm hit. Many vehicles pulled off to the shoulder of the road to wait out the storm, but not us...we were on a mission. Once the rain stopped traffic began to flow nicely...

...UNTIL we hit a traffic jam due to road construction.

We have seen some really bizarre things while on road trips - for example: A few years ago we witnessed a family camping on the median of I-59/20 (near Talladega). Even that would not prepare us for what we saw in a passing car in Tennessee...

The man in the car beside us had a parrot in the back of his car watching passing cars. As we passed him we saw he had another parrot on his shoulder feeding him sunflower seeds.

Read: Day 2 Washington DC (A Pictorial Guide)

Waiting To Be Heard

2010-06-15T10:07:00.000-05:00

The obstacle is the path.

- Zen Proverb

In a world torn by dogma, doctrine, ideology
Where buildings, monuments, and places of pilgrimage are worshiped
Where plans trump the patience of waiting with those whose maps are lost
Where loving a neighbor - unknown, unkempt - is an unwelcome interruption
What if the New Temple is built not of brick but vulnerability

What if, in this present life, we are stripped bare, laid open, crushed
Dying countless small deaths until only shards remain
One jagged piece, mirror side up, kindles a spark, births a flame
And, like the phoenix, weeping tears of incense, we rise from ashes of refining fire
Into a broken world filled with lonely souls waiting to be heard

Photo by William Nolen Written by Celeste Brady

What does it Take?

2010-05-25T13:34:00.002-05:00

"Becoming a photographer is like becoming a father. It's not hard to become one. Making a life of it is the challenge."

- Unknown

In the last few weeks I have been thinking about what exactly it takes to be a good photographer. Many people I have come across in the last few years are of the belief that you are only as good as the equipment you use. If you don't have the latest gizmos and gadgets you must not be any good. What about skill? In this technical age have we forgotten that this profession takes skill as well as technology.

When I was a photography student I thought the same way. I assumed if I had the latest camera body, lenses, etc. I couldn't help but to be a successful photographer. I realize now that was more my ego talking. While I know a good camera and lenses are important, what really makes the difference is having the skill and a good eye. It's the same principle of fast food vs. a gourmet meal. Though fast food may satisfy your hunger and taste reasonably good, there is truly no comparison to a gourmet meal prepared by a skilled chef.

At Bryan-Denny Stadium in Tuscaloosa covering the Super 6 Championship

When asked what it takes to become a good photographer, I usually have two responses: 1) Know your equipment and what it will do for you. 2) Find photography you like and use the same principles to shoot your own. Once your skills develop your own personal style will evolve and you'll be an inspiration for the next "up and coming" photography student.

Never stop striving to learn new and different ways to shoot. When I think I have finally reached the level I want to be with my photography, I will try something new and start all over again. I feel it is important to constantly re-invent yourself and your style, however remember where your passion lies is what will give you the greatest satisfaction and the best work. For some it may be nature photography, for others it may be portrait photography. Find your niche and constantly try to improve on it.

Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius

2010-05-14T08:47:00.000-05:00

Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.

- Pietro Aretino

Nature’s canopy stands stripped bare

The wraith in the dead gray winter

Bends in the cold wind and whispers

Fear not for I am with you

Collar tight against my throat
I behold the stark anatomy of the land
Limbs write words across the sky
Inside, now is the time to go inside

I turn toward home then turn again
To a great NO that floats through me
Go inside YOU where the Creator works
Into the solitude, into the silence, into the stillness

A blink . . . before me only bones of wood
Madness, madness to listen to a tree
Another blink . . . before me the long crisp shadow
And eyes move up to the sun who shouts LIFE

As leaves in winter form to emerge in spring
In the solitude, in the silence, in the stillness

A story stirs inside, takes root in the soul

Creation births new life: the circle is unbroken

Photo by William Nolen Written by Celeste Brady

Swedish Zen Phase

2010-05-05T09:58:00.000-05:00

“It's not the tragedies that kill us. It's the messes.”

- Dorothy Parker

I have entered a Swedish Zen phase. Pass the minimalism, please, and hold the clutter. I am, however, a realist. My ideal desk is an ancient drafting table with a tall stool. A beautiful old box stores flash drives and blank disks that, left lying around, would be a jumble. Filled with coffee beans to hold scissors, pencils, and my stylus upright, a favorite vase sits on top of my father’s grammar school primer along with a small crucifix. The scent of my favorite blend permeates the room and soothes me. To my right, a beautiful leather journal and a favorite pen wait to capture random thoughts. A single candle and my rosary rest in the left corner. Wondrous, you say? Alas, here’s the rub.

In front of me sits my notebook computer, slim and powerful. Unlike, however, those sleek, uncoupled machines found in design magazines, my computer has wires. Even if unplugged, the snaking cable lurks beneath my feet. The external hard drive has wires. USB hub, wires. Scanner, wires. The printer, although wireless, conflicts with the computer’s wireless router; therefore, more wires. External speakers, wires. Granted, speakers are optional but my notebook sounds tinny and Bocelli deserves better. I have a grouping of French flower buckets, each holding loops of carefully bound wires. These do not hang loosely but are grouped and carefully taped to the back of a table leg. The desktop wires are held together by a Velcro strip and run straight back, taped to the outside table rim. Behold, you mock, an illusionist. I admit to visual trickery but I assure you that I am clutter free. I have been Feng Shui-ed. Where it counts. Inside.

In my soul resides a vast peace, my messes bleached white by grace. I had only to make space for this great gift. A shedding – of attachments, of fears, of control, of illusion – continues. And with each letting go, more space, more grace. Whatever life brings, the answer lies within where my Creator resides. I love to visit this inner sanctuary: listening for divine whispers, communing with mystery.

The desk, you ask? Why bother? Because God loves a good joke. He let me tie, tape, and untangle all my messes until I got tired and gave the whole lot to Him. Might as well, I figured, since much of my time was spent on my knees anyway. Under the desk. I am thinking of framing a tiny sign that reads, “Celeste’s Folly,” a reminder. And I shall move it around until I find just the right spot. Listen. Did you hear that laugh?

Photo by William Nolen Written by Celeste Brady

The Beauty Of Creation

2010-05-04T09:06:00.000-05:00

"How to describe the delicate thing that happens when a brilliant insect alights on a flower? Words, with their weight, fall upon the picture like birds of prey."

- Jules Renard

The writer within has come to feel the weight of words. An evocative picture tells a story unbound by gravity. The imagination takes flight or pauses to absorb the story. Memory is stirred and, with this, a bigger picture evolves, a pattern emerges.

Several years ago I strolled through the gardens in late spring. I glanced at the delphiniums, then stopped and stared at a tall ivory column.. My eyes settled on a single blossom, then another, until mesmerized by the intricate structure of the tall stem. I marveled at the details within each blossom and the bigger pattern of the whole. Entranced by the genius of the design - the beauty of creation - I stood in silence. The movement of elegant columns swaying slightly in the breeze invited me to join the dance. My memory of the experience remains, but I can neither duplicate the moment nor describe the sensation of a brief respite from conscious thought.

Now, camera in hand, I return to the gardens often. Each turn of a path beckons me to squat, lie down, or hang over a wall to capture a vignette. Lost in the moment, I am mindless of others, of myself. What lies behind the pleasure of framing an experience through a lens? The lightness of being.

Photo by William Nolen Written by Celeste Brady

A Ghost Town - Anniston, Alabama

2010-04-29T08:23:00.000-05:00

I don't know about you, but I love to go on road trips. There is just something about hitting the open road looking for something interesting to photograph. I don't go on as many road trips as I used to, but last month I was in Anniston with my wife to visit my stepdaughters. I usually take my camera wherever I go and that day was no exception. My trigger finger was itching to press the camera button, so while my wife was helping the girls decorate their new homes I went in search of a photo opportunity.

I began driving around Anniston, Alabama and started to notice interesting and abandon architecture. It didn't take me long to get out and walk around start shooting. Anywhere I traveled off the beaten path seemed to be a ghost town. I am sure back in the day it was a thriving area of commercial and residential real estate, but not today.

The photo above is one of the first buildings that I found myself drawn to. It appeared to be a small market where you could get yourself an ice cold Coca Cola in a bottle. I thought of the movie "Stand By Me" when I saw the store front.

A former row of shops now reduced to rubble. I began to picture in my mind what used to be there, who the proprietor was and what he/she sold. What really got my attention to snap the photo was the brick wall, pathway and the trees at the end.

The 1950's era fascinates me. The lifestyle, the fashion, the cars - just the way life was back then. I found this building from that era and once again imagined how it must have looked in its prime. Taking a step back to imagine how the workers walked around loading up the trucks, etc.

The remains of a building in an open field. I don't know its history, but it reminded of a movie set in a disaster film.

On July 3, 1887, a congregation of 45 people met at the Opera House on Noble Street to organize a new church. Originally called Second Baptist Church, the name soon was changed to Twelfth Street Baptist Church. In 1889, it became Parker Memorial Baptist Church in memory of Mrs. Cornelia A. Parker, whose husband gave the money for a new building that was dedicated in March of 1891. Alabama Department of Archives and History.

This lone scarecrow caught my eye and I had to pull over and snap this shot. The movement of the tall grasses and the cloud formation added particular interest. Also, the scarecrow's stand reminded me of The Cross.

The Mystery

2010-04-28T07:49:00.000-05:00

“A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.”

- Diane Arbus

A gate.

Partially open or nearly closed?

His face inscrutable, his scarf hacked high,

He hesitates to step out . . . or beckons one to enter?

Behind the stone wall . . . a heaven or a hell?

A story struggles to emerge,

Yet, with each glance, a question.

The camera never lies

But delivers an image, stillborn and silent.

This riddle, wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma,

Beguiles, disturbs, and stirs the imagination.

Photo by William Nolen Written by Celeste Brady

No Rules? That's Wrong!

2010-04-26T08:01:00.000-05:00

No Rules? That's Wrong!

I have been in the photography business for 10+ years. I come from a school of thought that, by now, I believe has virtually been forgotten. I learned the darkroom, shooting with a Nikon F3 (that means my camera computer was my brain), every setting was manuals (manual focus and a roll of film). One had to make sure no frame was wasted.

The “Classic Rules Of Photography” were programed into you such as the "f/8" rule. It is a technical detail and not really that important. However, that is what makes this rule so memorable. It’s not bad advice using f/8, actually a pretty standard value and often safe to use if you want to be sure to get your subject in focus without giving it much thought.

Then there is the "Go Close" rule (go close, then when you get there go closer) coined by photography legend, Robert Capa, who died as a result of following this rule. Camera in hand, as he stepped on a landmine in the French-Indochinese war. Fortunately, not all situations are life-and-death. I don't expect to be photographing a child and have a grenade hurled at me. Use it whenever possible and your photos will, in many cases, have a stronger appeal and give a more intimate connection between the subject and the viewer.

"The Rule Of Thirds". This is a rule that is great to follow - and equally great to break. Photography would be a lesser thing without it. Briefly stated, it tells you to place the main subject, not in the center of the frame, but a little to the left or right side, a third into the frame. Also to place any dominating horizontal lines in your photo, for instance the horizon, a third into the frame from the top or bottom. Not in the center.

A while back I had lunch with my colleague and friend, Kevin Roberts. The classic "rules" are one of the subjects that came up in our conversation. As with many technical professions, the rules have now changed. Fast forward 10 years and you will see how the game has changed with the digital age. Today's technology is much easier to use and "photographers" seem to be popping up all over the place. If you are proficient with Photoshop and can point and shoot, I suppose you've earned the right to call yourself a "professional" - or have you?

More than 6 years ago I moved to Birmingham, AL. I was fearless and ignorant, a bittersweet place to be. That is the place most of us begin. Not yet jaded by what we have witnessed. We think our work is so good and we just go for it. Many times the cold, hard truth is that we really are not as good as we think. Why is it that I was able to accomplish so much and be so successful within the first year? I was freelancing for almost every major publication in town and to top it off, Gov. Bob Riley hired me to shoot his re-election campaign. I was at the top of my game.

What changed? Simple, as I matured in my career I realized what I do for a living is more than just fun..... it is a business. Today, I pay closer attention to detail and with every photo I take I make sure it is worthy to have my name on it. My work IS my reputation, and a good reputation is a necessity in my profession.

As for the "New Rules of Photography"- there virtually are none. People shoot according to "what feels right". Anything and everything goes. While it is true that some artists have a "eye" for what looks good, are self-taught and are successful in what they do, the majority of true professional photographers have put in long hours of study, completed their internships and paid their dues by the sweat of their brow. Change is good and one has to adapt to progress. The important thing is to remember the "core values" and remain true to yourself, your art and your profession.

Katie & John Mark's Prom 2010 Pictures

2010-04-23T07:43:00.000-05:00

"Just around the corner in every woman's mind - is a lovely dress, a wonderful suit, or entire costume which will make an enchanting new creature of her."

~Wilhela Cushman

Your Senior Prom is one of the most memorable events of your high school years. Instead of the traditional poses, make your experience a bit more "unique". Call today to book your session - 205.410.2429 or email info@williamnolen.com.

An abandoned work truck makes for an interesting backdrop.

How do you dispose of your prom date if he can't dance very well?

One of my favorites - this could be a still shot from an epic love story.

"My name is Bond...... James Bond".

On stage at the historic Alabama Theater.

Do you know who I am?

2010-04-20T12:47:00.003-05:00

Each photoshoot is unique in its own way. I usually meet with the client to get to know them - their personality, likes and dislikes, hobbies, etc. I never want to go into a session unprepared. However, there are always unforeseen events that can lead to a less-than-ideal experience.

To begin my tale I have to say I was very honored to have an out-of-state client contact me for portraits. When news of an artist's work travel outside the boundries of ones city it's exciting, but outside ones state - that is awe-inspiring! Let's just say I was walking a few inches taller than usual (and given the fact I'm 6'7" tall that is something.)

The initial meeting with the client went exceptionally well. They were a young, energetic couple and I could tell from the start it was going to be an entertaining session. We met at the location the photos were to be taken - a well-known golf resort in Birmingham - which shall remain nameless for obvious reasons you will soon have knowledge of.

The day of the shoot was beautiful. The fluffy white clouds, blue sky and a slight breeze made for perfect conditions and the location was second to none. We met the clients, half their wardrobe in tow, and made our way to the main resort. Just as we were preparing to get into position an employee of the hotel, who shall lovingly be referred to as the "Resort Nazi", approached us and asked if we had permission to take photos in the resort. She informed us there was a fee involved and all photography sessions had to be arranged through the appropriate office. Having no prior knowledge of this policy and knowing the limitations of my clients, I had to think fast on my feet.

Now, being friends with some people that played an instrumental role in the development of this resort and also having taken many promotional photos for the grand opening I thought that may carry some weight with the staff. The "Resort Nazi" held us prisoner until the person from the appropriate office arrived at our location. As I began to talk to the "official" I heard things come out of my mouth I never thought I would say. I began name-dropping! A quality I despise in others. At some point I asked this person, "Haven't you ever seen my website?" My wife was astonished. I might as well have told this person, "Do you know who I am?!"

My primary goal was to get these clients' photographed and give them the best experience possible. After intense negotiation with the "official" we were allowed to continue our shoot, but were given strict limitations. In the end, the photos were shot, we had a great time and we'll laugh about this experience for years to come.

We walked away from this experience with an entertaining story to tell, really cool new friends and possibly a free place to stay if we ever make it to Washington D.C. (wink). Thank you David and April for a fun-filled Friday morning.

A SIDE NOTE:Due to all the controversy the photoshoot took twice as long as expected. My wife had to be at work and I had to be at another photoshoot in less than one hour. My wife didn't bring her clothes for work so I quickly delivered her to the mall so she could buy new clothes that met the requirements of her workplace before her shift began. Since she loves to shop I'm quite sure she didn't have a problem with that. She made it to work on time and I made it to my next shoot.

We could have chosen to get angry and aggravated, but what would that have accomplished. Instead, we all made light of the situation and had a good time despite the circumstances. It's all a matter of perspective.

Carried Away

2010-04-15T09:48:00.006-05:00

“I like to think a flower opens itself to outgrow its ‘plantedness’. That it yearns to be ‘carried away’.”

- Anonymous

I am writing this at first light, while the day is as quiet as my soul upon awakening . . .a gentle movement from the suspension of consciousness to sentient thought. I open my eyes to memories and look deeply into eyes that crinkled with love, visceral decades later, eternal moments. This awareness, a gentle rolling from God's hand that cupped me in the darkness into the loving tangle of arms that first held me as a child. What is the seed of reality if not the dreams planted by God? A bud is as complete as the flower: a sacred moment, an embrace that briefly savors the hidden beauty within before boldly revealing its great gift. First fruits: gratitude to the Creator, promises of new wonders that unfurl and call us to venture out into the great mystery . . . carried away.

Photo by William Nolen Written by Celeste Brady

The Early Years...

2010-04-13T08:50:00.000-05:00

William Nolen, the early years...

I suppose in some respects I am a bit nostalgic. I fondly look back to the time I was an apprentice and had to be in the darkroom to develop film - using the enlarger, the pungent smell of the chemicals, creating the perfect black and white print - I loved it all. Being in the dark with only that one red light on and listening to American Forces Network Radio - that was "IT" for me. Unfortunately, my boss nor my fellow apprentice shared my affinity for American radio so they would always change the station back to German radio.

(Me around Spring 2001)

True, I learned something new each day, but more than that it was going to a job doing what I loved to do and hanging out with friends/colleagues. On occasion, when the work was completed we would prepare a meal and all sit down to enjoy one another's company. Other times, we would go down to the bar on the corner (it reminded me of the TV show "Cheers".) It brings a smile to my face when I think back on all the fun we shared.

The Master and his Apprentice

One night, after taking in a few pints at the bar on the corner, we went back upstairs to the studio and took self-portraits using wigs and props. Every single photo was out of focus for obvious reasons. You see in the photo above only one of the photos in the series ... again, for obvious reasons.

In 2003 when I left Germany, I didn't realize the journey in front of me to find a place to settle down and call home. Years later I am a professional photographer with a place to call home, yet I am still an apprentice. Why? Because the day I stop trying to better myself is the day I will stop my photography for good. These days I am not using a dark room anymore, and to be honest I have not been in a dark room for almost 7 years. These days it is Photoshop and hours in my chair to perfect the picture.

All I have learned I carried with me to this day. I am a photographer with a vision and one day I will reach my goal one step at a time. I may not be where I would like to be as an artist, but I know the path I want to take.

The Forgotten - A Mystery in Birmingham, Al

2010-03-25T10:09:00.001-05:00

The Forgotten

A Mystery in Birmingham, Al

The day was March 19, 2010. It started like any other day. I was meeting my friend, fellow blogger and photographer, Virginia Jones, as well as fellow artist, Arther Price. His paintings would set the mood for the events that unfolded in the mysterious garden of The Forgotten.

Virginia invited me to The Garage for lunch. It was such a beautiful day to dine outdoors. We had a great time talking about photography techniques, etc. Virginia had an itchy trigger finger and decided to walk around the Garage and take a few pictures. She later came back and said the gate was unlocked for us to enter and take pictures - an opportunity I could not resist!

Walking through the gate felt similar to the story of Alice in Wonderland. I wasn't sure what I was about to witness, but I was too curious not to proceed. It was a narrow pathway surrounded by what some people would consider junk. For me it was a plethora of amazing treasures. Instead of being greeted by the white rabbit we encountered a cat. Was this cat the gatekeeper or was she the guardian of what awaited us inside? She sat upon the wall and watched our every move - from a safe distance, of course.

The Keeper of the Keys appeared and asked if we would like to enter the big gate? Was this a trick to get us into a world of which we could never escape? The sense of adventure was too strong for us to refuse and so we entered - fully expecting to see a glass sitting on a small table with a sign that read, "Drink Me." The only instructions that we were given was to let the Keeper of the Keys know when we our journey was complete. Did that mean when we had completed our task we could leave through the big gate? Was it a plot to keep us in this world forever? Only time would tell.

As we entered we saw a salvage yard with antique doors from Europe, old ceramic appliances and many more treasures from the Far East.

While we were there I had an eerie feeling as if we were being watched. I turned to Virginia, but she had disappeared. Where did she go? Was I still in Birmingham? I was on my own in the garden. It was as if I was in a fantasy suspense movie with the room spinning, then coming into focus. Lo and behold, there they were in front of me the whole time - The Forgotten. They came from all over the world. They were all there - the lions, the cherubs, the guardians. As I turned around I saw her, The Queen of Queens, concealed in a conglomeration of antique doors and rusted metal.

Please allow me to introduce you to "The Forgotten" ... (Please click on Link)

PS: Virginia was found outside of the Gates, she was NOT harmed in the making of this Mystery ;-)

A Year Older - A Birthday Play

2010-03-23T08:42:00.000-05:00

ACT I: The Mexican Standoff -

WOW, I just turned a year older! I have never been someone that looked forward to my birthday, but I have to say I just celebrated the best birthday ever.

People that know me, know that I ain't right. How did I celebrate you may ask? Simple, I celebrated it a day early in the true "William Nolen" style. My beautiful wife, my stepson, Bailey and I drove up to Anniston, Al. The obvious reason was to visit my wife's daughters and get some new breaks put on my SUV. After all, I am a man and it has been proven that men sometimes can't see the forest for the trees - even if the trees are right under their nose. I'll get to that part later.

After church we all went to Villa Fiesta, a Mexican restaurant in Jacksonville, to have some lunch. That same day two other people in the restaurant where celebrating their birthday as well. It seemed that it was customary for the staff to come up, put a big sombrero on your head, spoon feed you a sticky sopapilla while singing something that appeared to be "Happy Birthday", then smear whipped cream, honey and chocolate sauce all over your face. The pastor's wife told me I should let them know it was my birthday. Of course, my answer was an emphatic, "NO!" Everyone at the table also said, "Oh let's do it!" My answer - again - was "NO!"

My 8 year old stepson would not let it go. He wanted so badly for me to get this stuff smeared all over my face. I figured if I told him I would ground him for a week he would let it go, but as soon as the waitress came back to the table he blurted out, "It's his birthday!" The waitress looked at my wife and she confirmed that it indeed was my birthday. The entire time I'm denying it. Eventually, I see the waitress coming back with a sopapilla in her hand and some of the staff following her. A part of me knew what my fate was going to be, but a small voice was telling me, "She's not looking at you. She's going to pass right by. You're home free."

WRONG AGAIN!!! The events to take place were straight from a movie in slow motion. I turned around to see where the waitress was going and saw her looking at me. The waitress with staff in tow turned around and placed the dessert in front of me. She then takes the spoon and starts feeding me. Ok, I thought, at least they aren't putting it in my face like the other people they had already tortured. You guessed it - WRONG ONCE AGAIN!!! (How many times can a man be wrong? Don't answer that. It was a rhetorical question.) The next scoop ended up all over my face.

....... and Bailey he got his share as well. Talk about a happy camper :-)

ACT II: Puttin on the brakes -

All week it has been great weather, sun shining, fairly warm... but not on Sunday! The day that my son-in-law, the mechanic, was to replace my brakes. Of course it was raining! You can't replace brakes in the driveway if it's raining...or can you? A little rain shower was not going to stop us guys! I took the opportunity to begin connecting my new car stereo. I was like a kid in a candy store!

The rain finally came to a halt and the sun tried to peak through the clouds. This was our opportunity to jack up the car and start on the brakes. So much for that ... as soon as we had the tires off, you guessed it, it started raining again. I take that back - it started pouring! There I am, holding the umbrella while my son-in-law was under the car getting completely soaked. One tire back on, then it was on to the next. But wait, where were the lug nuts? They were nowhere to be found. Fast forward about 30 minutes, both of us completely soaked down to our Underoos...the lug nuts were found...IN THE TOOL BOX! Go figure.

My other son-in-law came up with the idea to just take the SUV to one of those self-car washes and fix the remaining breaks under a roof. Not a bad idea! Wish someone would have thought about it sooner. My son-in-law had a change of clothes with him, but unfortunately no one had anything to fit a 6'7" giant!

We drove to a self wash bay and began to take the remaining tires off to replace the brakes. (Oh I just love this part! THE RAIN STOPPED AND THE SUN CAME OUT!!!!) You gotta love the cruel irony of it all. Among all this adversity, the SUV is finally fixed.

ACT III: Celebration plans gone wrong -

While all of this was happening with me, as I later found out, my beautiful wife and her great daughters had been planning to throw me a surprise birthday party. When I failed to show up for the party (keep in mind I was gone for hours) my family celebrated my birthday without me. They even sang "Happy Birthday" to my memory, I suppose... but that was just the rumor ;-) Now, if that was not a great birthday I don't know what is!!!!

PS: I am sick now from being in wet clothes for hours and I'm losing my voice. Even so, it was worth it all. This is something that will be laughed about at all future family reunions.

Witness - Part 3

2010-03-05T09:59:00.000-06:00

Witness - Part 3

"A man is not primarily a witness against something. That is only incidental to the fact that he is a witness for something."

- Whittaker Chambers

This is the third part in the Witness series. In the past 10 years as my career as a photographer I have been privileged to photography many interesting people, places and events.

This picture was taken somewhere in Alabama. It was something that just spoke to me. At this intersection , someone nailed this piece of wood to the pole with the following message - "go with Jesus". I thought it was symbolic of the crossroads we sometimes face in our own lives.

After the events of September 11, 2001, Homeland Security became a very prominent issue in our country. One night as I was out taking pictures I captured this image of our nation's flag flying majestically in the background as the security camera pans the area in the foreground. Just a reminder to all who see it - "We are keeping vigil over our country."

One night on my way back home to my apartment in Florida, I came across these workers. It was customary for them to work at night when the traffic was next to none. I'm not sure why this scene spoke to me as it did, but I had to step out of my car at get the shot.

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I have always been intrigued by the plight of the homeless. I suppose there have been a few times in my life when I could have been among them. Coverage in Africa, Somalia, and other third world countries have been plentiful, but we have our share of people in crisis in our own backyard. I feel their story should be documented.

One day as I was driving around Downtown Birmingham looking for interesting architecture to photograph

I discovered this homeless man sleeping under an interstate overpass. I approached him to ask if he would mind me taking his picture, but he was completely passed out. I took the liberty to capture him RAW.

Near a Downtown homeless mission, I saw this man looking for "useful" things in a dumpster. I approached him to ask if I might be able to follow him and photograph his activities. It was very interesting to witness his world through his eyes, to witness what he did and how other people approached him with hostility.

iPhone

2010-02-24T13:57:00.004-06:00

William Nolen introduces a brand new mobile website that will customize my website to fit the new phenomenon known as the iPhone. As iPhone’s are becoming more popular worldwide, I want to make it easy for you to access one of your favorite website customized to your iPhone.

Of course, without Flash capabilities on mobile devices, the website will not be able to have the flash animation and designs. This iPhone allows to showcase the following pages:

Home :: All Information Pages :: All Galleries :: Contact Pg. ::

Testimonials Pg. :: Links Pg.

This is an williamnolen.com Iphone Exclusive website. It will only be shown if someone is going to the website from an iPhone. I really don’t know the technical side of it but the website can recognize that the viewer is coming from an iPhone and display williamnolen.com iPhone Website.

Give us your Feedback and let us know what you think.

Photographers That Have Been My Inspiration: James Nachtwey

2010-02-16T11:10:00.000-06:00

"I have been a witness, and these pictures are

my testimony. The events I have recorded should

not be forgotten and must not be repeated."

-James Nachtwey-

James Nachtwey

James Nachtwey got my attention while I watched the documentary, "War Photographer", back in 2003. It captivated me in an unexplainable way. Every time I see this documentary it inspires me to go out and take pictures, and at the same time it makes me think.

Afghanistan, 1996 - Mourning a brother killed by a Taliban rocket.

Who is the photojournalist, James Nachtwey ?

I admire Mr. Nachtwey for the things he has accomplished in his career. He is considered by many to be the greatest war photographer of recent decades. He has covered conflicts and major social issues in more than 30 countries. For the past thirty years, James Nachtwey has devoted himself to documenting wars, conflicts and critical social issues, both abroad and in the United States.

Romania, 1990

Nachtwey has been a contract photographer with Time Magazine since 1984. He is known for getting up close to his subjects, or as he says, "in the same intimate space that the subjects inhabit," and he passes that sense of closeness on to the viewer.There have been a few occasions where he felt so passionate about covering a particular issue that his trips were self-financed.

Sudan, 1993

Nachtwey has witnessed unspeakable horrors in his photo journalistic career. He places himself in the middle of conflict, to record the truth and document the struggles of humanity.

Czechoslovakia, 1990

He is the winner of the 2007 TED Prize, awarding him $100,000 and one wish to change the world. This was his wish: "I'm working on a story that the world needs to know about. I wish for you to help me break it in a way that provides spectacular proof of the power of news photography in the digital age."

(source: TED Prize)

To see the James Nachtwey 2007 TED acceptance speach click here.

(PLEASE TAKE THE TIME TO WATCH)

New York, 2001 - World Trade Center.

Nachtwey was present during the September 11, 2001 attacks on the World Trade Center, and produced a well known related body of work. Nachtwey had been injured previously in his work, but it was during his extensive coverage of the U.S. invasion of Iraq that he received his first combat injury. As Nachtwey, along with TIME correspondent Michael Weisskopf rode in the back of a Humvee with the U.S. Army "Tomb Raiders" Survey Platoon, an insurgent threw a grenade into the vehicle. Weisskopf grabbed the grenade to throw it out of the Humvee, but it exploded in his hand. Two soldiers were injured in the explosion, along with the TIME journalists. Nachtwey managed to take several photographs of medic Billie Grimes treating Weisskopf before passing out. Both journalists were airlifted to Germany and later to hospitals in the United States. Nachtwey recovered sufficiently to return overseas to cover the Tsunami in Southeast Asia of December 26, 2004.

(source:Wikipedia)

Alabama, 1994

One of the questions I have asked myself is how a man can see so much misery for decades and stay sane?
While I do love photojournalism - and James Nachtwey is the reason - I wanted to pursue this path early on in my career. I soon realized that I could not deal with the misery of human suffering on a daily basis.

Rwanda, 1994

I am the type of person that needs to understand "why", and in violence there is no understanding. Violent crimes against humanity will never make sense to me.

"For me, the strength of photography lies in its ability to evoke humanity. If war is an attempt to negate humanity, then photography can be perceived as the opposite of war."

- James Nachtwey

The Man behind the Picture

2010-02-04T12:55:00.000-06:00

William Nolen Photography
It's All About The Image

The Inside Scoop:

For those of you who read this blog, I will share a bit about who I am, the way I approach a photo shoot and other miscellaneous tidbits you may or may not care to know.

The Bio:

I was born in Germany to a military family (American father/German mother) and was fortunate to be able to travel extensively through Europe. In later years I came to live in the United States for a time. Upon returning to Germany, I discovered my true calling - photography.

I began studying photography in Europe (Wiesbaden, Germany) in 2000 while interning at two of the areas most prominent studios. In 2004 I moved to the United States and brought with me my "unique" vision for photography - thus William Nolen Photography was established.

The Approach:

Portrait photography is so much more than a mere point and shoot approach. The minute I am hired for a shoot I talk to the client to get some perspective on their personality - likes, dislikes, hobbies, etc. -then the search for the perfect location begins.

During an actual photo session I am pretty much a "nutty professor" because my mind goes 150mph in every direction and is usually overloaded with inspiration. For those who don't know me I believe they would think I am strange, but as soon as they see the finished product they realize I'm not that strange after all. My goal is to have each portrait session stand out as unique and not a copy from a previous session.

I am a perfectionist where my photography is concerned. Even though I am quite pleased with the majority of my photo shoots, I always sit back and look at my work and critique it. Pointing out what I could have done differently.

The Product:

The most important factors for any photo session, in my humble opinion, are 1. The Sitter (client), 2. Clothing choice, and 3. Location. Below is a prime example:

This young man provided a huge selection of clothing, props and even his own ideas (which are completely welcome). I usually like to add a humorous spin to a few of my portraits and he was willing to venture in that direction. The portrait was shot in downtown Birmingham in front of the old Powell School. Although this particular shot was staged, it provides some insight into his personality.

The Bottom Line:

For me, a portrait is like an epic movie - go big or go home! Studio photography certainly has it's place, but there is nothing more "epic" than a grand location (even some that are not so grand, but made to look that way in the photo), an actor (the client) that is willing to give an "Emmy-winning performance" and a killer wardrobe.

I don't worry about competition, instead I focus on my clients. The most important thing is that they are completely satisfied with the end result.

The End

Photographers That Have Been My Inspiration: Sam Jones

2010-01-27T12:09:00.000-06:00

Sam Jones
The Here and Now: The Photography of Sam Jones

Sam Jones is a photographer whose work speaks to me and inspires me. Although I haven't been hired to photograph Hollywood actors or famous musicians (yet), I visualize his work and use it as inspiration for my own - with my personal "spin" on it, of course.

Sam Jones started his career in news photography and now is an accomplished photographer whose work has been featured in Esquire, Rolling Stone, GQ and Vanity Fair magazines.

His book, "The Here and Now: The Photography of Sam Jones", is one of my all times favorites.

One day I was in the book store looking through photography books and came across this one. I just could not leave without it. The photos inside are absolutely brilliant. I would love to sit with him and pick his brain to find out how he approaches each shot, his motivation and techniques. I highly recommend this book if you are a photography aficionado.

A perfect scenario for Steve Martin - four guys and 1,800 banana skins later, this photograph was conceived.

Whenever I get a client that is willing to step away from the typical portrait, I sometimes call upon my inspiration from Sam Jones' work.

George Clooney seems to be a favorite subject of Sam Jones as there are several in his book (including the cover).

Sam said in an article, "I will say I feel lucky to have done so many shoots with him (Clooney), because he is not the type of guy to demand a certain photographer. He’s a lot more low-maintenance about that kind of stuff. However, he has been very loyal, and he will ask for me when he has a commercial shoot in Japan or something like that, and I’m very grateful for that." (source: APhoto Editor)

Researching your subject is sometimes the key to a great shoot. For Renée Zellweger, this meant finding out that she was a huge John Cougar Mellencamp fan. He was able to capture the giddy look on her face when he cranked up the song, Jack and Diane.

I rarely get the opportunity to take portraits like these of Will Ferrell. Unfortunately, most clients aren't looking for humorous photographs. I welcome any opportunity to bring out someone's "silly side" every now and then.

For more information about my work feel free to visit my Portfolio or my Facebook Fan-page.

CIVIL WAR REENACTMENT

2010-01-21T15:19:00.001-06:00

CIVIL WAR REENACTMENT

WINFIELD, ALABAMA

"Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal."

- Abraham Lincoln

I always enjoy traveling - who doesn't? I have a wish list of places I would like to visit ranging from exotic far away lands to ordinary small town culture. I know it may sound odd, but one of the things on my list was to capture a Civil War reenactment. My wife and I began an internet search and found just such an event due to be held in Winfield, Alabama. Off we went to the Annual Mule Day Festival & Civil War Skirmish (I'm not kidding!)

As a kid in Germany, I watched all the classic American Westerns like "The Magnificent Seven" and of course all the John "The Duke" Wayne movies. The wild west, the frontier, Civil War - it's American history at it's best!

I had no idea what to expect, but I knew I wanted to capture the event as if I had traveled back in time to witness it all first hand.

We were able to spend a good bit of time with one group of reenactors from the Tennessee area. It was amazing how deeply they were into character. This was serious business for these people.We sat around the camp with them and listened to them talk and play music. The young man pictured above was deaf and could only enjoy the music by touching the guitar strings to feel the vibration. It was quite touching to witness.

They wore clothing and used instruments and tools that were from the Civil War period. They slept in tents just like in the old west. Everything had to be authentic. Many of them wore actual uniforms and carried weapons dating back to the Civil War.

Watching these people acting out this way of life was fascinating. For them it didn't start on the reenactment field, it started the moment they arrived at the event.

For obvious reasons I was unable to be in the middle of the battlefield, so I used my Sigma 70-300mm to get as close as I could. Notice the fire blasting out of the cannon. The sound it made was deafening.

The battle itself did not last more than 20 or 30 minutes, but the experience we had and the time spent with these dedicated individuals will remain in our hearts and minds for a lifetime.

(On a side note: Robert E. Lee would have been proud - the South won the skirmish.)

Witness - Part 2

2010-01-10T13:28:00.001-06:00

"Every situation is different than the next. A lot of it was instinct, a lot of it is knowledge and absorbing information and coming to some sort of innate understanding of events."
- James Nachtwey

Witness - Part II

One blog just would not do justice to the events my camera has witnessed these last 10 years. Although I have not had an opportunity to capture very many events, the few things I have seen had a profound impact on me. As a child I was always fascinated by our real life heroes - police officers and fire fighters. The following photos were taken as far back as 2006 to document my time spent with members of local fire and rescue and law enforcement:

In 2006, I had an opportunity to ride with a local fire and rescue unit. The photo you see above is that of an accident on a nearby interstate. The person being transported was in critical condition due to head injuries he suffered as a result of a car accident. It is one of my all-time favorites because it shows the tense situation the rescue team was in and the rush to safe the man's life.

I am please to report the individual survived the accident and later sent a "Thank You" basket to the fire fighters to show gratitude.

What a view!!! It is awe-inspiring to sit in the back of a fire engine, hear the sound of the siren and watch the driver navigate through rush hour traffic on the way to an emergency.

It was interesting to see how each fire fighter dealt with the aftermath of an emergency call. Some of them congregated to discuss what they had just experience, but some of them preferred solitude.

No rest for the weary. On the road once more to lend a helping hand to someone in distress. Hopefully, this story will have a happy ending.

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I was also given the opportunity to ride with a local law enforcement officer. It was a completely different type of excitement, but an adventure nonetheless. Police officers are faced with new and challenging risks each day.

Domestic Violence is one of the most common calls a police officer has to answer. Many of which are repeat offenders. This officer is taking the statement of the accused.

Certainly not the most exciting part of the job, this officer writes his incident report.

A robbery in progress as the officers approached the house. The suspected criminals were not yet aware the police had them surrounded. Talk about adrenaline pumping!

All in all, a great experience to ride along with the officer and witness first hand what they go through on a daily basis. I hope to be able to accompany one of them again very soon.

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Coming Soon ...

Witness - Part 3

Witness - Part 1

2010-01-04T11:17:00.001-06:00

Why photograph war? Is it possible to put an end to a form of human behavior, which has existed throughout history, by the means of photography?

- James Nachtwey

Photojournalism has always interested me. To be in the middle of a war protest or to witness and document human drama is strangely exhilarating. You are, in essence, the eye to the rest of the world. With that comes great responsibility.

I have always admired the work of James Nachtwey, American photojournalist and war photographer. It is as a result of his work that my interest for photojournalism was awakened. I highly recommend his documentary entitled "War Photographer" if you have any interest in the subject.

In this blog entitled "Witness- Part I", I will share with you some of the human drama I have witnessed in the last 10 years as a photographer.

Wiesbaden, Germany - After September 11, 2001 when President Bush announced the U.S. would invade Iraq, the Islam community in Germany staged rallies to protest the war. This demonstration was in front of a U.S. Army building in Wiesbaden. Although the rally was peaceful, there was a distinct undertone of hostility.

It was an intense situation knowing that both German and American intelligence where presence and armed forces were out of public sight in case of an escalation . It was invigorating to be in the middle of the action and witness history in the making. Even though I was still an apprentice photographer, I felt fearless in that moment.

Notice the little boy in the lower right. My perception was that he was not aware of the meaning of this commotion and was curios as to what was happening.

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Photojournalism is not only documenting war and tragedy, it is also recording life as it happens. Each day we encounter hundreds...maybe thousands of people, however, we are so busy with our own lives or reaching our destination we sometimes do not notice them.

For instance, this train conductor in Germany was waiting for his departure time. It is one of my personal favorites. There is no violence involved - no tragedy or excitement - it is serene and timeless .

These two gentlemen playing chess in a public library in Germany caught my attention. This was a daily ritual for them. Each day they got dressed up and went to the library to challenge one another to a game of chess and engage in a bit of playful banter.

Birmingham, AL - I have entitled this portrait "The Entrepreneur". I have spent quite a bit of time taking photos in the Downtown area of Birmingham. There are many buildings with architectural interest as well as individuals worthy of photographing. This particular gentleman is on a corner each day with something to sell...and each day he is passed by without a second glance. I must say, I admire his diligence.

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Coming soon....

Witness - Part II...

William Nolen's Portrait Photography

2009-12-28T19:23:00.002-06:00

"I never made a person look bad. They do that themselves. The portrait is your mirror. It’s you." - August Sanders

Portrait photography is something I have always loved. To capture a person's true spirit - their very essence - is what portrait photography is all about. It is so much more than just telling someone to look in the camera and smile. Good portrait photography is a combination of the environment, the clothing, and the attitude of the model - and is totally subjective based on an individual's point of view.

Prior to every photo shoot, I will scout a particular location. I like to have in mind several different options. It is so exhilarating to find the perfect spot for the individual I am photographing, however, anyone that has been in front of my camera will testify that it is not uncommon for me to wander off in search of a great angle or something interesting I have spotted across the way. That is when I am "in my zone". Creativity starts to flow and some of my best work has come to fruition.

Although I am very comfortable with my style of photography, I am constantly searching for new and innovative ideas. I am rarely satisfied with my work for a long period of time. As with many artists, I am my biggest critic. When I sit back and look at my work, I will pick it apart and point out all the things I should have done, shouldn't have done or could have done better. It is most fulfilling when a client tells me how much they love their photos, however, the highest compliment a photographer can receive is a referral.

Let's look at a few examples of my style of portrait photography:

This photo was taken in July 2009 at a location I happened upon while taking photos at the Sloss Furnace in Birmingham, Alabama. I personally think it is overkill to shoot at the "typical" location(s) over and over like many photographers do, but every now and then I will come across something at one of those places I've never noticed or never thought to use as a background.

Posted on the William Nolen Fan Page (Facebook), the mother of this young model replied:

"Oh my....so pretty ...this turned out prettier than I imagined!"

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I do love when I am presented with a unique location like the one in this photo. I shot this portrait in January of 2008 at the home of the client's parents. The outcome of this portrait was entirely due to the key factors of location (environment), unique clothing and a client that was comfortable in front of the camera. This grand iron gate in the rear of the home provided a stately European architectural feel to the image.

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Location, location, location. This is one of the early works I shot for a local publication when I came to the U.S.- and one of my most favorite. The client posed for this portrait in her new office in Mountain Brook, Alabama. The tone on tone style adds a classic and timeless feel and accurately depicts the elegant yet commanding nature of the subject.

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This portrait of a Turkish artist was taken in Wiesbaden, Germany in October of 2006. It was an impromptu shot taken while he was preparing his clothing selection for the "real" photo shoot. The photo captured who this person was as well as what he did for a living.

Note: Each country has it's own unique mood, fashion, and culture. I consider it an asset to my career as a photographer to have been born and raised in Europe. It has made me appreciate diversity and has bolstered my ability to "think outside the box".

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This portrait was taken on a sidewalk in front of a historic home in Forest Park, Alabama. The vivid colors of the fall foliage (environment) added character and dimension. The savvy clothing choice and the ease of posing by this former television reporter made my job effortless.

Posted on the William Nolen Fan Page (Facebook), this client wrote: "A man who stops at nothing to get the perfect angle!"

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My spin on Senior portraits - taken in September of 2009, this young lady came to me for her Senior portraits because she wanted something different. We shot on location in Downtown Birmingham (Southside). This particular location was a very small alley between two building. It could not been seen from the street and to most would have gone unnoticed. I am a person that continually scans my environment wherever I go, because everything I see is a potential location for a future photo shoot.

Thank you for taking the time to view my blog. If you have ideas for a blog topic, please leave a comment. You may also email me at info@williamnolen.com.

To see more of my work, visit www.williamnolen.com.

Family / Children Photography

2009-12-17T10:43:00.002-06:00

Children & Family Portraits
Patience is a virtue...and a must.

"You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance."

-Franklin P. Jones

I once heard a quote that went something like this... "Never work with children or animals." That quote was compliments of W.C. Fields. I think Mr. Fields just didn't have a whole lot of patience. Children definitely have a lot of energy and even more curiosity. That is precisely why I like to work with them. To get a great photo - to capture their true nature - all you need to do is follow them around. Of course there will be some posing involved with most photo shoots, but to capture a child and or the family doing what comes naturally is really what it is all about...right?

Take this family, for instance. The little girl is the baby of the family and LOVES to be the center of attention. This portrait accurately depicts her personality.

This shot is a more artistic approach to the family. "Dare to be Different" is my mantra, therefore I like to be more playful with my surroundings and the people I'm working with.

(Put a bit of a spin on the traditional family photo.)

I asked this family to run around a play while the Mom was looking on. This will be something they can look back on in years to come and remember what a fun time they shared together.

This is a prime example of following the child with the camera and snapping several shots while she was walking. It captured her carefree spirit as she walked through this field of daisies.

This little lady was a bundle of energy. To keep her attention I had to show her each photograph after it was taken. That kept her interested and challenged to continue.

This precious little girl was extremely shy. I merely followed her with the camera (from a comfortable distance) and captured her movements and glances.

When photographing children and or the family it is absolutely necessary to become a child yourself. Anticipate their next move, get down to their level (which can be a challenge for me since I'm 6'7" tall). It can mean the difference between a good photograph and a great one.

William Nolen

See more of my work at www.williamnolen.com

Veterans Day 2009

2009-11-13T10:08:00.004-06:00

Veterans Day (2009) my step-son and I took the opportunity to travel Downtown to watch the annual Veteran's Day Parade. It brought back memories of my own childhood in Germany. Growing up on a military base with our service men and women shaped me in many ways. I wanted to join the US Air Force, serve my country, and follow in the footsteps of my childhood role models.

I always admired the people that serve our country and the uniform they proudly display. A part of me will always have a fondness for the military, the people, and the environment.

Although I chose a different path - that of artist and storyteller - I still have an immense respect for the people that serve our country to make it a better and safer place to live.

"Ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country."

- John F. Kennedy

Maternity Art Work

2009-10-22T13:30:00.005-05:00

One of my passions has been Maternity and baby pictures.
For so many reasons, I personally love the challenge to use light, shadow and creating something when a person looks at it all they will see is a piece of art.

I was fortune enough to be an Apprentice in Germany for a great artist, Sabine Kristan, who herself specialized in Black & White Maternity, Baby and fine art nude photography. In the past I have given the chance to do this kind of photography with satisfying results, but for some reason I never really advertised about it or made a big deal about it. Why? Beats me!

For more info or Art Work please visit: www.williamnolen.com

Dare To Be Different

2009-09-13T16:07:00.001-05:00