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Yes, they’re back, shots from a parking lot. Digital. I know, it’s just, well, I kind of like these. And they’re already scanned as they’re, well, digital.

I feel like Frank the Tank in “Old School” having promised his wife no beer, and then someone offers him a beer bong and next thing you know…naked.

You can bet I’m not getting naked, but it still feels dirty some how…digital.

Once it hits the lips…

By the way, this is the one image that sparked this whole series to begin with, so blame it on these pixels, okay?

Maybe it’s all the candy…yes, I’ll blame it on the crash that follows Halloween. Halloween and all that high fructose corn syrup I’ve been wolfing down is the reason.

Blame it on the poison that there’s another shot of the parking structure for today’s post. I’m going to bed…

I have a love hate relationship with parking structures and garages. I hate that they’re needed in today’s society. I can’t think of a bigger waste of land than a huge concrete block meant to house hundreds of cars. Worse are the ones that charge insane amounts of money for mere minutes of use. But, in the world we live in, they’re a necessary evil.

So I might as well quit my bitching and make a use of them. Which covers the love portion of my feelings for these things. There are some great pictures to be had walking the levels of your local parking mammoth. The symmetry and repetition of pattern is mana from heaven for my camera.

This was done digitally. I know, I know…

It was something like 4:20 in the morning, I had just climbed into bed and our 6 month old son Jacob was in full terror mode. One look at Heather and I could tell Jacob had been at it for some time. Like most infants, Jacob seems to fall asleep immediately upon getting strapped into the car seat and taken for a drive. So I offered to take him for a spin.

True to form he was asleep before I was out of the driveway, but having grabbed my Holga and a few rolls of film, I decided to keep to the plan and take my boy for a mini road trip. We eventually made it to a park down by the Charles River and I saw this. The headlights were a bit of the voodoo that makes photography the medium it is.

There’s something to be said about immediate gratification. Some might argue it’s one of the things that’s wrong with the world today, but that’s a discussion for a different blog.

I used to think that my photography would be pure, void of pixels and digital manipulations. I also used to believe in the Easter Bunny. My trip to the dark side began somewhere around 1995 when a friend showed me what could be done with Photoshop. I bought my first Mac the next year and it’s been Darth Vader ever since. But only in that I’ve used the computer and digital imagery to help me obtain my vision of what I want the image to be.

The area where digital photography has helped me the most is with color photography in commercial or advertising situations. It’s only recently that I’ve started to mess around with a digital camera to take the kinds of pictures I might take with a film camera using silver gelatin.

My first foray was shooting the parking structure at the gym I belong to. I was there late one night and was walking out to my car and decided to call a friend. During the conversation I lost track of where I had parked the car and walked around not really paying attention to the fact I was 3 or 4 levels above where I needed to be. At this point, all the cars were gone and I started to take notice of the potential for imagery.

I had recently purchased the Nikon D50 and thought that this would be a perfect opportunity to mess around with it and “make some art.” So I went home, grabbed the camera and a tripod, returned to the parking structure and began to walk around. Here’s one of my favorites.