9,248 miles: Day 49

I just had to reread my last blog post so I could try and remember what has happened in the last week. My sense of time has disappeared. Not in a bad way, more in the I have cramed so many experiences and amazing people into the last 49 days that it feels like a years worth of memories. When people ask me about my trip I don't even know what to say at this point. I need prompts for what city they want to hear about. California, Texas, even New York which I left only a few days ago all feel like far off memories. 

Abandoned Drive-In, Mendon, Michigan. The screen is in the back there, covered by the trees.

Abandoned Drive-In, Mendon, Michigan. The screen is in the back there, covered by the trees.

So, what really did happen since I updated last...

*Freelance family shoot in Central Park where a turtle bit my toe in the middle of me shooting. There is a new one for the books. Sadly, no picture.

*My best friend April flew into New York, reunited a small portion of our amazing group of lady friends from Portland. We stayed up til the wee hours of the morning more often than not, got dressed up and hit the town, pushed a broken down car in high heels (not Wonda, some random dudes car cus we are nice ladies), roller skated through the subways, had roof top parties, and one pretty epic day of cuddling in bed while drinking champagne.

*April and I left New York and drove to Chicago hitting up two drive-in theaters on the way and also brought along another travel buddy, Tramp the Adventure horse. You can learn more about Tramp by clicking the blue link.

Tramp the adventure horse was liberated from his shackles on the streets of North Portland by a band of women on roller skates. He now enjoys his freedom traveling around the world. 

Tramp the adventure horse was liberated from his shackles on the streets of North Portland by a band of women on roller skates. He now enjoys his freedom traveling around the world. 

Tramp visits the bean cloud.

Tramp visits the bean cloud.

*Got to Chicago, woke up sick the first day. Laid around watching TV and plotting my trip back home.

I'm feeling much better now and I am going to be hitting up another abandoned drive-in tonight. The remainder of the trip I won't be hitting as many drive-in theaters as I did in the beginning. I am focusing more on finding models now and creating scenes which takes more time and planning.

View from the water taxi in Chicago.

View from the water taxi in Chicago.

Lindsey Rickert

Portland, OR, United States of America

I turned to photography at a young age as a way to manipulate the world in front of me into endless possibilities. It remained a hobby for several years until I decided to run away from the snow in Iowa and towards the rain in Portland, OR. While I was inspired by film makers and my surroundings, I had a tendency to pick apart single frames and freeze them. My memory wasn't a movie playing back in my head, it was a series of still images that created a narrative. This translates into my work through the use of lighting and props that build a scene and create a story. When I am not taking pictures, I spend my time roller skating, playing with my puppy Charlie Von Shitbird (he is very sophisticated), spending time with my snake Vans, embarking on capers with my girlfriends, messing around with special fx makeup, and exploring the great Pacific Northwest and all it has to offer. The best thing about my job is getting to meet a variety of people. No to shoots are the same and I thrive on getting to know my clients and collaborating with them to create truly unique and bold images that fit their needs. Whether it be wedding photography, family portraits, small business needs, or you simply want a kick ass original portrait. If you are looking for a creative experience that will not only boost your confidence but create a lasting memory then lets make it happen!