This post has nothing to do with Jim morrison or his band from LA, although one of my favorites it will not be highlighted here.
Today its just a small cross section of doors I've see throughout the country,
from Austin to Boston..
Austin Tx
Austin Tx
Boston MA
Gloversville, NY .. one of my favorites..
It seems like the thing I do or think of most with my work is a new self portrait. Whats my next one going to be, whats the subject matter going to be this time.
Well the most recent case came from a sketch of a swamp, and just developed from that...
The past several weeks have been crazy, traveling, guests at the house in beantown, a wedding, holidays.. Isn't the summer the time to slow down and enjoy..
Well I did something I really enjoy over the past week, Made some great photographs. This one in particular is going to be added as the first "Case Study" of images I am working on, a series of 30 second slideshows that show the progression of images that come together and make one.
Check back to klempaphoto.com soon for more information
I went to a family wedding this weekend with camera in tow, what a great time, the cocktail hour was on the roof of XV Beacon, and reception was in the wine cellar.
My Nephew John, future photographer..
Dannie's Angels, My Lady, My Mom and Sister
I can see my house from here!! (you really can)
I was in Milwaukee last week, 4 days of eating nothing but Brats, could life get any better.
The person of honor for this trip was Jenn's grandfather, who was celebrating his 80th birthday. So he did it at Miller Park, with 42 thousand of his best friends, Brewers fans. (well 41, 999 brewers fans and One guy wearing a Red Sox shirt, ME)
Gabe Kapler - ex-sox
80 and still strong, look at that fist!!
Kylah, and Jenn
Dinner is served, Brats!!!!
Thanks to everyone out there, I had a great time!!!
On June 8th, a hot and sunny day. I set forth to photograph the 1st annual Ma. Ride for the Cure, a 12 mile horse ride to benefit Breast Cancer Research. Along with a good friend Alyssa Rogers, I shot a huge amount of images that day. Then, I quickly imported them into Photoshop Lightroom and created a quick slideshow for the riders to watch as they ate their lunch. It was a ton of work but what a fun day.
Here are a few select images from the day, Thanks Everyone 
I told you it was a fun day..
Moab, Utah , this post will not say much, only because the English language has yet to develop words to describe the Landscape. So, I am forced to make one up now, Scrumtrulescent!! (any Will Ferrell fans remember that from his SNL days)
Watch out for the Cactus!!
Just walking around Main St and its vicinity I found so much life, even in inanimate objects. Light playing with buildings, or the juxtaposition of a bulldozer(?? tractor) and a boat. A man riding his bike, and convenient store that even though I've only been in there a few times, stands out as an iconic feature of Gloversville to me. This is a Collection of images again from early 2006.
My experience in Gloversville lived and died, quite literally, with bowling. My fathers family was so engrossed in bowling well before my time, my father, his father, mother and brother were all in the Fulton County Bowling Hall of Fame. At 15 my father was in contention to be in the Guinness Book of World Record for the youngest person in the world to roll a perfect game, he lost out by 80 days.
I never got this bowling bug, just never got any good. I did spend so much time in bowling allies I just felt this topic deserves its own, If not several, posts.
the machines that stand up and collect the bowling pins
used bowling pins
this is the bar in Arterial lanes, I always saw it like this, before it opened, with the light streaming in the windows.
I don’t want this to be a complete depressing tale about mortality, but I said I wanted to provide a complete cross section of life, Beginning to end. One of the most prominent memories I have of Gloversville is my Fathers death.
It stands out not just because it was to date the single hardest period of my life, an 11 year old kid, looking forward to a summer of camping and hiking with his father only to have that possibility taken away. That time really stands out because of the people, the people of Gloversville, who banded together for my family, they lined up several hundred deep at his wake to give my family their condolences, they brought flowers, food and comfort, and had a benefit bowling tournament in honor of my father.
My classmates made huge cards, and my neighborhood friends collected things they had around, bundled them together and gave it to me in hopes it would make me feel better. Until then I never really knew what “it’s the thought that counts” meant. But that sole gesture gave me so much understanding into the comradery, and selflessness of true neighborhood friends.
Above: inside a bowling pin machine. (not sure the technical name) these are the machines that stand up bowling pins after a frame. My father worked back here, and in bowling most of his life.
Above: This is wrote on the wall in the back of Arterial lanes, the wall has been painted several times but this area has not been painted over. I went to the lanes my father worked at in early 2006, for the first time in 16 years. I want to thank Herb for showing me around.