Go to the Light

I was in DC last night for a tech meetup (read: a rare place at which I am among the least geeky), and I got to ride this wicked long down escalator at Woodley Park Metro on the way home. The bad part is that I did not get to ride it up on the way there because I was nearly late so I manually climbed at least 80 steps while riding.

Troubadour

Another from the previously untouched archives, this time from my trip to Austin, TX last year for SXSW. This is a great conference in that it attracts all different sorts of interesting characters. This guy's guitar case alone is more interesting than most people you'd meet in real life.

Broome Street

This is a nice little place at the corner of Broome Street and West Broadway in New York. I stopped here on my way back to the hotel to grab a burger and a beer, and because my face was frozen.

You Don't Know JAX

While flying home from a fun family vacation at Disney World, we were not far from Orlando when we smelled it. It wasn't a burning smell so much as it was a sulfurous, match-just-struck kind of smell. It was the exact kind of smell that you don't want to smell on an airplane. The staff tried to isolate the source of this mysterious smell, but when their efforts proved to be in vain, the pilot decided to put the plane down in Jacksonville.

We had a few hours at JAX to wait for a new plane. While the kids entertained themselves walking upstream on the moving sidewalk, playing with their new friends (there are always plenty of kids on a flight from Orlando), and watching Dr. Horrible, I decided to take a mini-photowalk in the airport. This cart did it's best to make me feel welcome.

Twofer

Another one from the archive because I'm still taking a bit of a shooting siesta. This picture comes from a trip we took to New Orleans last February. That city has long been one of my favorites because of the music and the food, but now it is also one of my favorites because of the photographic opportunities.

You can see the whole set from that trip here: Photos of New Orleans.

One Year Later

I told you I wasn't going away just yet. This shot was taken on this day exactly one year ago. For whatever reason, I passed it over in favor of this shot of three very handsome men. When looking through the archives, I decided to see what I could do with it, and only later realized the date it was shot.

Meanwhile, after shooting each and every day last year, I've now not taken any photos in nearly a week.

Roth365 - The Movie

Celebrate!

Day 365



So here we are at the last day of this photo-a-day odyssey. Frankly I surprised myself by sticking to it and taking a picture every day of the year. Some were better than others, but 365 of them were good enough for me to call keepers and feature them here on this blog.

Was it all worth it? For me, it definitely was. Not only do I think that I improved my photography skills, but I generally had a whole lot of fun doing it. If you had half as much fun looking at these pictures as I did taking them, then I had twice as much fun taking them as you did looking at them.

My sincere thanks to those of you that have followed along and especially to those that have left some comments along the way, either here or on Flickr. It would still be worth it to me even if no one ever saw any of these pictures, but the fact that some people have taken a look now and then makes it so much better.

Now that we've reached the end, what comes next? To be honest, I'm not exactly sure. I'm not going to try to shoot a picture everyday in 2009, I can tell you that now. Even so Roth365.com will continue. I plan to keep shooting regularly however, and will continue to share my work here as well as on Flickr. I may also go through my ever growing archive of unprocessed pictures and see what gems might be hidden there. So, keep checking back, and we'll see what happens.

At this moment though, I'm putting a big red DONE stamp on this photo-a-day odyssey.

Outside the Inn

Day 364



This building, the Inn at St. Peters, is the location of my very first job. Many, many years ago, my friend Craig and I were hired to pull weeds in the beds surrounding the patio. We were paid in burgers and french fries. It did not take us long to figure out that if we did not remove the roots, we would have more steady employment.

Lifted

Day 363



As we change from one year to the next, one can't help but ponder the future and ask the age-old question "Where are the flying cars already?!?" As I was driving down the highway, I thought I might have spotted one. Turns out it wasn't really a car, but some sort of forklift. Also turns out it was not flying, but was attached to the back of a non-flying truck. Oh yeah, I also wasn't driving down the highway, but instead was sitting on the highway in a traffic jam. Safety first - I would never take a picture while driving.