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I’ve just returned from spending a few days in Houston with my family. Jeff flew down from Tulsa, too, so it was great to see everyone again, if only for two and a half days.

As we’ve established (and as anybody who knows anything about my family knows), my younger brother is all about sharp objects. So when my mom mentioned a rotting watermelon in the fridge, my brother suggested a way to dispose of it: Chopping it up with a machete.

A rusty machete.

Click on the image above to view the video at a higher resolution.

Well, he did it. And Jeff helped. And I video’ed it via my 5D Mark II at f/1.4, and it’s pretty glorious.

Check out the video, which Jeff and I put together in our final few hours in Houston:

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I know it’s been just about 12 days since I last posted and since my first day at my new job, which means I’m even more behind on blogging. (Eep.) But I’m half-at peace with that because I had to wrap up some projects at my internship, I changed newsrooms with no days in-between, Jeff came to visit for a few days and I just spent four days in St. Petersburg, Fla.

Things should normalize now that I’ll begin my regular work schedule. In the meantime, I’m glad I could spend a few days at The Poynter Institute to help out this year’s crop of college fellows.

May 19. Walking back to the hotel with the fellows after dinner at Red Mesa Cantina.

It was wonderful to meet the fellows — some of whom are, surprisingly, older than I am! — and see Sara Quinn and Al Tompkins again. Two other fellows from last year, Abbey and Graham, joined me to talk to the fellows and coach them along on their projects. I’m really excited to see how the projects turn out.

Speaking of projects, I’m also pretty excited about having been a part of this:

May 21. Yep, that's me, getting in touch with my inner gymnast, with the help of fellow Cliff Davis and St. Petersburg Times deputy photo editor Bruce Moyer. The photographer for this conceptual shoot is John Pendygraft. Photo by Sarah Vasquez.

I don’t know how much I can say about this conceptual photo shoot, except: Details forthcoming. And a behind-the-scenes video, too.

Anyway, back to real life and my regular work schedule — and, hopefully, a more regular blogging schedule.

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Final Dewey Beach post, final night at Dewey Beach.

April 1. Near Ruddertowne in Dewey Beach.

On our final night, Jeff and I sought out the raw bar at a local restaurant that had just opened up for the season. As I’ve already blogged, our efforts were initially thwarted because that restaurant wasn’t in full service yet. But we ordered drinks and had some buffalo wings anyway, and later found another place that was serving raw oysters.

April 1. Facing the bay at Ruddertowne in Dewey Beach.

Then, even after all that food, I decided I wanted onion rings. So on our way back to the condo, we stopped by Nick’s Philadelphia Cheesesteaks, where I took this photo while we waited for the rings to fry up:

April 2. Gotta love the old games and faded photos in the local dive.

This spring break trip was substantially less epic (and less gas-guzzling) than previous spring breaks were, but it was still a great few days-off. And I’m really okay with our not spending too much time on the beach itself.

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Our previous spring break excursions were roadtrips that had us driving thousands of miles and staying in multiple places throughout the week.

This year, we kept it simple. One trip, one destination, one living space. Which was nice, because we had time to just relax. And make food.

March 31. Photo by Jeff, before we made salmon and asparagus for dinner. All the important things are in this photo: the kitchen, lighter fluid, Nutella, gnocchi, wine, Jeff's iPhone and beer.

April 2. Looking out the second-floor patio door. Jeff's uncle's condo in Dewey Beach has three floors, and a deck/patio for each floor. Too bad the weather was just too windy and cold and wet for us to enjoy the decks.

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It’s 80-something degrees and hideously sunny here in York now, but a week and a half ago, the beach in Delaware was cold, rainy and blustery. Too cold for typical beach-y things, but the rainclouds did part in time for some really lovely evening light on two separate occasions.

April 2. Photo by Jeff. At Rehoboth Beach. Somewhat of a Cartier-Bresson moment (neither foot is touching the ground).

April 1. Photo by Jeff. At one of the beach outlets of Delaware Seashore State Park.

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Last Philadelphia post, then I’ll resume posting spring break photos as well as regular York Dispatch assignments.

After attending the Flash Bus event and eating Burmese food in Chinatown, Charles and I walked around a bit and then drove around a bit longer. His bus wouldn’t leave until 9 p.m., so we had plenty of time to see more of Philadelphia at dusk and night.

Red light!

In Chinatown, heading west on Race Street. Taken from the street curb.

Green light!

In downtown, heading south on Broad Street. Taken from inside my car (hence the light streaks - thanks, windshield!).

Needless to say, York has been growing on me, and now Philadelphia is starting to grow on me, too.

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I love being in York, Pa., but I miss a good Chinatown. York is decidedly lacking in that area.

So when I was walking to the Flash Bus event from my parking spot yesterday morning, I was delighted to notice building signs and street signs in Chinese, as well as other indications that the Pennsylvania Convention Center is right next to Philadelphia Chinatown.

Walking around in Philadelphia Chinatown during the Flash Bus event's lunch break. This is heading south on 10th Street.

This meant that Charles and I did a fair bit of exploring (and eating) in Chinatown during the Flash Bus lunch break, as well as after the event concluded.

Where else but in Chinatown can you get delicious pastries (and pork buns! and coconut bread!) for less than a dollar? (Despite these price tags, the woman at the counter charged me 80 cents for a chocolate cake.)

The Chinatown Friendship Gate at 10th and Arch Streets. This gate is the first authentic Chinese gate built in America by Chinese artisans, according to Plan Philly.

It felt so good to be in a thriving, legit Chinatown again.

(Note: By my experience at least, Washington, D.C.’s Chinatown is not thriving nor legit. I like to call it “China-street.”)

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The Flash Bus Tour came to Philadelphia yesterday, so I battled early-morning grogginess and rush-hour traffic to see and meet Joe McNally and David Hobby.

Joe McNally greets people signing in for the Philadelphia Flash Bus event in the Pennsylvania Convention Center on Wednesday, April 6, 2011.

Philadelphia was McNally’s and Hobby’s 19th stop (of 29) as they travel around the country in a bus tour to teach and demonstrate flash techniques. Although I’ve used flash on assignment (despite my coworkers’ teasing that I’m scared of this old technology), it was great to be in a learning environment again.

I also got to meet my friend Charles there.

Walking around in Philadelphia Chinatown after the conclusion of the Flash Bus event.

Charles is freelancing in New York City, but the NYC Flash Bus event sold out before he could get a ticket. So he took a bus to Philadelphia. It was great seeing him again, and getting to explore Philadelphia with him during the lunch break and after the event.

And — we happened to be sitting next to a Playboy photographer during the event sessions.

About 400 people attended the Philadelphia Flash Bus event. Naturally, of all those 400 people, I found myself sitting next to a Playboy photographer. In this picture, he and dozens of other Nikon photographers have synced their strobes with Joe McNally's and are holding them up for a fun photo McNally took on-stage.

Needless to say, there were many different photographers there. When David Hobby asked who in the crowd was an editorial photographer, it looked like Charles and I were among maybe five others who raised their hands. And it seemed as if we were among the two youngest photographers in attendance, as well.

But it was a good crowd, with lots of good questions. Joe and David absolutely encouraged questions during the sessions, despite the fact that they held a Q&A/giveaway session at the conclusion of the event. They were also very accessible: Instead of running away during the breaks, they stayed in the room and talked to those who crowded around them.

Guess what Jeff'll be getting in the mail.

So, was the event worth the $99 registration? I think so. I’m pretty sure everybody left the event wishing they had a dozen strobes, umbrellas, light stands, snoots and softboxes (Joe said he has at least 20 speedlights), but it was a good learning experience and refresher course.

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Finally, a beach post! But first things first: Food.

Jeff and I enjoyed a lot of great food at the beach. We took advantage of having a full kitchen, as well as having many wonderful eateries in the vicinity.

For example, Nourish. Nourish, located at the end of a small strip mall, is a cozy little market that offers everything from fresh cheeses to tubs of kitchen-made soup to Asian cooking sauces. It also has a small but delightful menu for those who enjoy artisan sandwiches and salads.

March 31. Lunch at Nourish: A balsamic grilled sandwich with a Greek salad (with quinoa) and curry chicken salad.

We also stopped by Dogfish Head. This was a completely indulgent, so-unnecessary-but-so-necessary stop, namely because a) we’d just eaten a (disappointing) meal at Grotto Pizza and b) we’d already been to Dogfish Head two years ago.

April 1. Beer sampler, crab dip and crab-and-corn chowder at Dogfish Head.

Being near the ocean, we also indulged in a lot of seafood. On our last night, we were (or, I was) determined to go to a raw bar. After a setback or two, we finally found a bar that was serving raw oysters.

April 2. Raw oysters on the half-shell at Lighthouse.

Other eateries we patronized:

  • Nage — A completely wonderful wine bar and bistro. The only reason I didn’t take photos was that the light was so poor.
  • Rusty Rudder — A restaurant and bar in Dewey Beach. We went for the restaurant and raw bar, but only the regular bar was open for the early season. So we sat at the bar, ordered some drinks and had buffalo wings before we found another place that was serving raw seafood.
  • Nick’s Philadelphia Cheesesteaks — Kind of a dive. The smell of frying oil lingers more than 50 feet outside the entrance, which is always a good sign. After eating our raw oysters, I started craving onion rings. Nick’s was on the way home, so we stopped by and ordered onion rings to go.

And as for home cookin’? No skimping there, either.

March 31. Littleneck clams steamed in beer and water.

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I’ll post spring-break-in-Delaware photos soon, but first here are some pictures I made of the cherry blossoms in Washington, D.C.

© 2011 by Chris Dunn.

Jeff and I rushed back to D.C. on Sunday morning just to see the cherry blossoms. I was adamant about seeing them, since I’d never been in the area during the blossoming period and didn’t know when I would be again.

Getting to the National Mall was a nightmare. Jeff insisted that we’d be okay with driving (I’d thought we’d park at his house and take the Metro). Then we discovered that roads were blocked for the annual 10-miler, so we had to take the long way around (and again, and again) to get back to the Mall. Finding a parking space was a struggle only to be matched by dealing with the throngs of SLR- and stroller-wielding tourists (and realizing that we were among them, albeit without a stroller).

And then we finally arrived… and the cherry blossoms were white. The few pink-blossom trees were pretty pitiful. Major letdown.

© 2011 by Chris Dunn.

But hey, now I’ve finally seen the much-beloved cherry blossoms. Next time I get to see them, though, I hope they’re pink. Because any schoolchild who knows anything about the D.C. cherry blossoms knows that they’re supposed to be pink.

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Went to the beach.

Rehoboth Beach. Photo by Jeff.

It was cold, windy and rainy, so we didn’t do typical beach-y things. Instead, we browsed outlet malls, checked out what venues were open in the off-season and cooked a lot of food. We also didn’t have wireless, and tried to minimize our use of Jeff’s iPhone, which is why I haven’t been posting photos from each day. But I’ll get around to ’em soon enough.

In the meantime, make sure you’ve already listened to what Michael S. Williamson had to say about his “Recession Road” project. Especially if you’re a journalist, and especially-especially if you’re a visual journalist.

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As with many things, it all began with an iChat message: A few nights ago, Jeff told me to follow Michael S. Williamson, who was newly on Twitter.

“He’s back on the road,” Jeff added.

As a Washington Post Digital photo-editing intern in 2009, I was familiar with Michael’s work on the “Half a Tank” project. So, following him along for another extended roadtrip was a no-brainer.

Shortly thereafter, Michael contacted me and asked if I was going to the Three Mile Island vigil. I said no, and then yes. Later, I asked if we could talk in person about his “Recession Road” project — namely, why was he using exclusively his iPhone’s camera?

And so, at 2:30 a.m. on Monday, Michael and I met at Three Mile Island. He brought orange juice, I brought peanut-butter-and-banana sandwiches. He said my car was too clean for me to be a photojournalist, I said I’d had it for less than a week and to give it time. Then we talked for 45 minutes before we had to do our actual work.

I recorded the entire interview (with his knowledge and consent). Originally, I was recording just to make sure I didn’t misquote him, but Michael gave such good explanations and quotes that I had no choice but to edit those 45 minutes down into eight different audio clips and blog them.

You can read more about the tech-y aspects in a 10,000 Words post I wrote earlier. Here, I’m going to share some of the more photo-centric thoughts and audio clips.

  • Meet T.E.S.

Whereas Michael earlier trekked through America with Theresa, a reporter, he is now a one-man band. Therefore, when on the road, he lives in his tricked-out Honda Element whom he calls “T.E.S.” — an acronym for “The Element of Surprise.”

(No, I shouldn’t have to explain that for you.)

© 2011 by Chris Dunn. Wearing his trademark hat and with his face illuminated by his iPhone, Washington Post photographer Michael S. Williamson has made a home out of his Honda Element.

He showers at truck stops, and occasionally crashes on couches. Not having access to a bed or a private bathroom or any other such luxuries has emboldened Michael. He said he’s lonely, and this loneliness has made him hungry to meet people and get to hear their stories.

  • Why the iPhone?

Two reasons.

One: Immediacy.

Two: Nonintrusiveness.

  • “I’m already sick of Hipstamatic”

“It’s just too affected,” Michael said. He uses it on occasion, but he uses the settings that least affect the image, and he’s always sure to point out whether or not he used an iPhone app to enhance or change a photo. But overall, he doesn’t like it.

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I think it’s safe to say that, after living and being a journalist in Columbia, Mo., for four years, I know the area pretty well. I wouldn’t dare to presume I know it better than anybody who’s grown up there or lived there for a number of years — but I’d like to think I got to know my way around.

So it’s odd that I never paid homage to the McBaine bur oak tree until recently.

The McBaine bur oak tree on Route K, south of Columbia, Mo.

Also known as “the Big Tree,” the bur oak tree is… well, big. Located between a soybean field and Route K, the tree measures 90 feet in height, its canopy stretches 130 feet and its trunk is almost 24 feet in circumference.

Almost 24 feet. Wow. Do you know of any other trees on whose trunks you can project the shadows of two people standing three feet apart and about five feet from the tree?

(Left to right) Me. Jeff.

On a somewhat related note: The light, when Jeff and I arrived at the tree, was gorgeous. But it was fading fast. Check out what are currently our Facebook profile pictures, below, which were taken five minutes apart.

(Left to right) Me. Jeff. The quality of light sure changed in five minutes

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Getting to travel and explore with fellow photographers is great, because a) you’re going to get better images because you’re all trying to outdo each other and b) nobody can/will/should get fed up with you if you want to linger someplace for “just a few more minutes” or pull over on the side of the road to make pictures.

By the same token, getting to travel and explore with a good, old friend is great because she knows you carry your camera (and a few lenses) and will put up with your shenanigans.

Emily, the friend whom I visited in Philadelphia earlier this month, is such a friend. We met when I was a prospective new student at St. John’s, and have been friends since our freshman year there. And she’s been putting up with my love of photography for almost that long.

For example, we were walking west on Walnut Street when all of a sudden I saw a really spectacular building to our right.

Philadelphia City Hall.

“Emily, what building is that? It’s gorgeous!”

A man to our left answered me: “That building is City Hall. It’s City Hall.”

Emily: “Do you want to cross the street and stand on the median to take pictures?”

Ding-ding-ding, hell yes, I do.

So we did just that. And then I turned 180 degrees and made another picture.

Facing south from the intersection of Walnut Street and South Broad Street in Philadelphia.

Then we continued on our way, back to the UPenn campus (where Emily is in her last year), and I made a few more pictures. And Emily was still patient with me.

College Hall on the UPenn campus.

College Hall on the UPenn campus.

Thanks for a really great 27 hours in Philadelphia, Emily!

(Previous Philadelphia posts: The food, the colors and the water.)

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Water on the windows…

Window condensation in a gym on Walnut Street, going west toward the Walnut Street Bridge.

…And water under the bridge.

View from the Walnut Street Bridge in Philadelphia.

I’ll soon blog one more Philadelphia post.

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My 27 hours in Philadelphia ended gray, dreary and misty-rainy, and they began windy and cold — but also sunny.

Which was nice. York, for the past week, had been pretty cloudy, which naturally cast a monotone filter on everything. But Emily and I enjoyed a long walk in Philadelphia, where the colors shone on the building walls…

A colorful row of houses and storefronts on South Street near South Third Street.

…and even on the street signs in Philadelphia’s “Gayborhood.”

Walnut Street and 13th Street.

(Seriously, though, customized street signs for approximately six square blocks of a gay/lesbian-friendly part of town? I’d never have expected it.)

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The weekend before last, I drove to Philadelphia to spend 27 hours with a high school friend. I’m not sure when Emily and I last saw each other — maybe early January 2009? — but it was too long ago. We were overdue for another visit!

Knowing nothing about Philadelphia, I left everything in Emily’s hands. My only requests were that we have good food — particularly cheesesteaks.

So, upon my arrival on Friday the 4th, Emily whisked me to Jim’s Steaks

At Jim's Steaks on South Street and South Fourth Street in Philadelphia.

…where we ordered the same thing. It was delicious.

Cheesesteak with provolone and onions at Jim's Steaks.

We then had frozen yogurt (with fruit and other toppings), even though it was somewhere in the 30’s and pretty windy.

Later that night, we walked over to a small wine-cheese-beer bar called Biba. I’ve never been a cheese person, nor have I ever been able to tell a good wine.

This was a Riesling with which I chose to end the night. I started out the evening with a deep, earthy red wine from Cabardès.

But we struck lucky on the cheeses we chose, and I was thrilled with my wine selection. I’ve never really had a red wine I liked, so I was pleasantly surprised that I absolutely loved the Cabardès.

Oh, and the food was great, too. I’d go back in a heartbeat. Wine bars are no longer establishments for me to overlook.

A truffled egg (served with bread). This was after we'd already partaken of some of the egg, hence the mess.

More Philadelphia photos coming soon!

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Here’s one last diptych from my Susquehanna adventure last weekend.

As I wandered up and down some of the eastern stretch of City Island, the clouds moved over and created some wonderful colors on the ice-covered river.

Reflected in the water are the still-sunlit buildings of downtown Harrisburg.

I moved on — and then, the clouds passed and the sun’s rays were back on the ice. I hurried back to that patch where I’d been, and tried to recreate the same photo. I wasn’t entirely successful with matching the same angle, but you can still compare the two images pretty well.

The sunlit-buildings' reflections aren't so strong here - mainly because the water is now bluer.

It still amazes me, how profoundly the quality of light can transform a picture.

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Thanks to Abbott and Costello, I’ve been familiar with the word/name “Susquehanna” for more than half my life. And now I’m living in a county whose eastern border is the Susquehanna River itself.

I’ve been in York for just over three weeks now but have crossed the river various times — and was always struck by its icy beauty. Therefore, on Friday, I set out to make some pictures of the Susquehanna.

It was a frustrating trip. I did find access points, but they didn’t have the view of the river I wanted. In Wrightsville, the river was blue and flowing; what I wanted was the icy surface that I’d seen near Harrisburg. So I headed up north via Rte 441.

An industrial plant next to the Susquehanna River and on Rte 441 between Marietta and Bainbridge, Pa.

I did find Three Mile Island.

Three Mile Island, as seen from Rte 441.

Per a friend’s suggestion, I made my way to City Island, which is a mile-long island in the middle of the river next to Harrisburg. Not too many good vantage points there, either, unfortunately. I desperately wished it were legal for me to pull over on the shoulder of one of the many bridges spanning the Susquehanna. One day, when it’s less windy, I’ll take the Walnut Street pedestrian bridge from Harrisburg.

The Market Street bridge over the Susquehanna River, as seen from City Island.

Perhaps on my next days off, I’ll try again to find some good access points. Many of the ones I did find were private/corporate property, so I’ll have to do some research and find more public areas along the river. And maybe rent a helicopter so I can get exactly the shots I want. (I wish!)

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Just about two months ago, in November, I was in Missouri to be with friends and Jeff. At one point, Jeff and I made a daytrip to a few small towns in central Missouri.

One of them was Arrow Rock. It was a weekday, so the town was still. But we did find a pretty cool tree (whose carpet of yellow leaves is featured heavily in our current Facebook profile pictures).

When I went driving around the Susquehanna River yesterday, I encountered another cool tree — err, its shadow, at least. Hence, another diptych.

A little outside of downtown Arrow Rock, Mo., on Nov. 19, 2010.

Near a boating deck along the Susquehanna River in Wrightsville, Pa., on Jan. 21, 2011.

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