A buddy of mine and his wife had me out to the Granite Curling Club in gloomy Seattle a couple weekends back for their annual Bon Spiel.
I’d often heard amazingly debaucherous/revelrous stories and when they said, ‘we got this annual prom thing we do and wonder if you’d like to do photos,’ I jumped at the opportunity.
Gotta admit I absolutely love the image above. To me, there’s a semi-presence to the whole thing that is as much of a portrait of the night as any other image might have been of the attendees.
Back when I graduated from Art School, my first job out was working for a high school picture place in Memphis, TN called Jimmy Alford Studios. Saw a host of crazy things then, and Benj (above) brought those memories flooding back.
The lad couldn’t hear much of my direction on account of 1) the loud music and 2) the associated fog brought on by adult beverages.
Of the funny things said, the most notable quote of the night was “my drinking team has a curling problem.” Enough of one I’d say to warrant an attack on the hapless disco ball that wore the battle scars in the form it’s missing glassed sections.
Much thanks to Granite Curling Club and all who allowed me to take their photos. . . god only know what mistakes were made that evening.
More always,
Mike











































On the Road – Knoxville
Working on the East coast this week, and first stop was Knoxville.
It holds a special place in my heart because my dad used to take my brother and me to University of Tennessee football games every year up until the sixth grade when we moved to Alabama. I fondly cherish those memories.
My dad never took me to Ciderville Music, so I absolutely had to stop there.
It’s where I found the most amazing portrait bust of Johnny Cash ever drawn.
Absolutely had to stop at Yee-Haw Industries, too. . .
I miss Tennessee, but remembered very quickly part of the reason why I left. . . like 90 degree weather in about 100% humidity.
Ah, the allure of the South. . .
More always,
Clinard