These are my pictures of the opening night of Bruce's tour supporting his "Working on a Dream" album.
I took all of these photographs using a Panosonic Lumix camera. I forget the model number, but you don't really care. Bottom line, it has great optics made by Leica.
These pictures are presented in order from beginning to end. I took over 50 pictures, and these were what I felt were presentable. It turns out that the set-list is on-line (who knew?!) if you are interested.
You can click on any image to see a larger image. All images are Copyright Daniel Hinojosa © 2009.
If you are interested in any of these images for enlargement or other uses, please contact me via a comment to this blog.
03 April, 2009
Bruce Springsteen :: San Jose 2009
19 January, 2009
13 January, 2009
Mavericks on Friday?
I've been watching the same report Jeff Clark and company watch. It looks like the Mavericks contest is going to go off this weekend. The article in the Mercury News seems to favor Friday. I have a spare day off in the bank, so all I need to do is to finish making sure my wetsuit is ready.
So, hang in, once I get back, I'll get my pictures processed (no underwater digital camera - so going olde school: film) and put up another entry that is hopefully as robust as last year's.
I feel as nervous as though I were going to be the one to actually compete... It's a long paddle and the inside surf that I have to paddle through is fairly un-predictable, so that is part of it. However, watching these athletes surf waves that could have 40 foot faces (imagine jumping down 3 to 4 stories off a building), is something I had never thought I'd see growing up surfing.
Anyway, hang in, I'm hopeful it's going to go as smooth as it did last year.
08 November, 2008
A message from Mike
My friend Mike sent this email to a list of friends post-election day. It was powerful to me and I want to share it out...
Like a lot of off kilter people, I didn't just follow this election. I stalked it; staying up every night watching election coverage; driving around listening to angry talk radio; obsessing over polls on the web. My mental health was riding on the outcome.
Because for the last eight years, I've watched on as Bush and company have exhausted our military, burned through the national treasury, attacked our constitution, politicized justice, institutionalized cronyism, rigged elections, neglected our infrastructure, and drove us to the brink of financial ruin. It's far more damage than Osama Bin Laden could have ever hoped to inflict. But Bush the cowboy played right into his hands.
And as Bush destroyed everything he touched, I felt like Chief Inspector Dreyfus in a Pink Panther movie, being driven insane by Inspector Clouseau. First with the nervous facial ticks, then the inappropriate mad laughter. And if McCain and Palin had won the Whitehouse, I would have been wrestled into a straight jacket and carried off to a padded cell.
Instead, I feel like a huge Bush tumor has been removed from my brain. And I need to go through some sort of therapy to deal with all the optimism. And since I no longer have the compulsion to watch Keith Olbermann shout into the camera every night, I have some free time work on my post-Bush rehab, starting with an examination of an embarrassment-free Presidency. For example:
Can scientists now speak without getting shouted down?
Will the new guy at FEMA actually do a heckuva job?
Will reality be the new reality?
And who's embarrassed to be an American now? Racists? Neocons? Neil Cavuto? But I repeat myself.
Will these be the people who threaten to leave the country? And just where does a racist go with their white sheets and pointed hoods packed neatly in a suitcase? Mexico? Antarctica?
Who cares? It doesn't matter. It's just the asking that cures me. Sure, there's a lot of serious work to be done in this country, but for now I can take comfort in knowing that when our President steps up to a podium, it won't be like Inspector Clouseau stepping onto a museum filled with priceless artifacts.
God bless you Mike. You put into words that which I could not. Morning in America.