Well, here we are back in good old San Antonio doing a typical construction product shoot. The previous week was spent in the cold country of North Dakota shooting for an energy services company.
Somewhere between these two types of jobs lies my passion. Both have challenges but both allow me to work with enjoyable people and subjects. What a blessing to be allowed to make a living doing what I enjoy so much.
Here's the funny part. We had several locations available during the week we were supposed to shoot. Unfortunately the jack hammers, which were shipped from Sweden, got held up by customs.
By the time we could pick the equipment up the cooperating construction company had consolidated from several locations to one large job site. Normally that wouldn't be a problem but in the case of trying to shoot eight different machines you would like to try to show a lot more variety in the backgrounds.
It wasn't possible in this case, especially when you realize we were shooting in a strip joint parking lot. Yeah it limited what I could show in the back ground and definitely kept me from shooting toward the building. The lettering on the sign above the heads of these guys in the pictures advertised $5 lap dances. Aw man, how I wanted to slip at least one of those into a picture !
Ah ! The challenges of construction photography ! Sometimes it's just darned comical. Here's one of the establishments employees on her way to work.
Thank you to Mark and Efrain at Concepts Construction. They were great to work with and their guys are terrific models.
When we do one of these equipment centric jobs there is always someone who does the yeoman's work of coordinating between the manufacturer's world and the reality of the construction site. In this case it was our local Chicago Pneumatic dealer, Royall-Matthiessen.
Mark Royall kept everything on track including introductions for us with our models from Concepts Construction. They supplied us a staging yard for the equipment and even some really funky rental yard coffee. The R-M guys are a nice bunch.
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John B. Boykin
Life's purpose is not to arrive at the grave in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, eyes bloodshot, hair smoking, hollering "Holy Crap !! ...What a ride!"
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