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My mate Carolina introduced me to this building near the waterfront. It’s a common practice site for Detroit graffiti artists, so there are some fantastic pieces on each of the six stories. Despite the accolades graffiti artists receive from the alternative creative press, many of them are not nearly as interested in the artistic side of their work as they are in the competition and self-promotion inherent to graffiti. But that doesn’t change the fact that they make some wicked pieces. 

This room houses three steam generators. The ceiling and walls are tangle of color-coded pipes, and the only parts left from the gennies are bolted to the floor, or truly massive pieces like the rotor Carolina’s sitting on. To take this shot, I balanced rather precariously on a casting over a waterlogged service pit some twenty feet deep. Worth it to find color, detail, and gesture like this. 

Still learning. 

Jean-Pierre of Pangea Piercing in Ann Arbor; martial arts instructor, piercer extraordinaire, and owner of the most unique eyebrows in Christendom. Shown here setting some stealthy jewelry in my friend Stephanie’s seconds-old septum piercing. Roughly as simple as photos get - available light, ISO400 and f4.5 at 1/15sec. Probably should have bumped up the shutter speed - 1/40sec should do it next time. 

Still learning. 

Laser Beam and Devil Kitty duke it out on the derby track at the Masonic Temple. This was from the first of two games I shot in a row that day. I came home with 47GB of photos, 20% charge left in my camera’s batteries, 2 fully charged AAs of the 40 I arrived with, and precisely zero blood sugar. Focusing on the action, looking for critical moments, and carefully panning to keep up with four hours of derby is remarkably taxing. But when the camera goes click, and stuff like this pops up on the LCD, it’s suddenly worth it. 

ISO2000, 50mm at f2.2 and 1/250sec, Barely enough to freeze the action. Shooting action in the Masonic makes you claw for every photon. 

Still learning.