tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28588210333004958432024-03-12T20:34:06.195-07:00Elizabeth G. Conleyegconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-45931852311012190172011-12-22T20:54:00.000-08:002011-12-25T19:05:59.764-08:00Has it been a year all ready?Our latest holiday video, recapping a year of journeys. Not just in miles flown, but also in milestones and passing of loved ones.<object id="vp1r06St" width="432" height="240" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="movie" value="http://static.animoto.com/swf/w.swf?w=swf/vp1&e=1324868726&f=r06StvAqc9Scs4x9y09w7w&d=213&m=p&r=240p+480p&volume=100&start_res=480p&i=m&ct=&cu=&options="></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed id="vp1r06St" src="http://static.animoto.com/swf/w.swf?w=swf/vp1&e=1324868726&f=r06StvAqc9Scs4x9y09w7w&d=213&m=p&r=240p+480p&volume=100&start_res=480p&i=m&ct=&cu=&options=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="432" height="240"></embed></object>egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-64459739414647221362011-08-16T19:15:00.000-07:002011-08-16T19:25:36.487-07:00My internalization of Dream Cruise. 2011.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_um6Azg0-gsF2bigdxHEdasnG-2vXJ45RUw9U6Gs5ryqbmLv98Jfk7xGPsWGgoLLOXPEUT9sV2NklGDM3rB6vAmS01Xp_fyE7hv22BZeVfteCppsP16qv5jupyU9iFDfNYQv7hKZcg1oW/s1600/cruisen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_um6Azg0-gsF2bigdxHEdasnG-2vXJ45RUw9U6Gs5ryqbmLv98Jfk7xGPsWGgoLLOXPEUT9sV2NklGDM3rB6vAmS01Xp_fyE7hv22BZeVfteCppsP16qv5jupyU9iFDfNYQv7hKZcg1oW/s400/cruisen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641643042667883186" /></a><div>
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i'd watch it full frame (icon bottom right) in order to see the whole thing...<br />
<object id="vp1oTkdL" width="432" height="240" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="movie" value="http://static.animoto.com/swf/w.swf?w=swf/vp1&e=1292451371&f=oTkdLzdiRfVLbxhOPzr0Pg&d=148&m=p&r=w&i=m&ct=&cu=&options="></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed id="vp1oTkdL" src="http://static.animoto.com/swf/w.swf?w=swf/vp1&e=1292451371&f=oTkdLzdiRfVLbxhOPzr0Pg&d=148&m=p&r=w&i=m&ct=&cu=&options=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="432" height="240"></embed></object>egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-42890313216292915162010-12-11T17:29:00.000-08:002010-12-11T18:22:40.889-08:00Sr. Lou 1923-2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFUuSntNQqoBfZb8RoRqac9TdTIMfg94OpHQwQ-C8nuR04vWPQc9d9n9a6ViA_QEz-tZY9z21DyINXGXpvgxJzg2u6YahNtxc7aqXVdYS8zbAy0OTVgQbkSDLeA-IMk9Bj-pyEUsoup-Hv/s1600/0807cali0361.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFUuSntNQqoBfZb8RoRqac9TdTIMfg94OpHQwQ-C8nuR04vWPQc9d9n9a6ViA_QEz-tZY9z21DyINXGXpvgxJzg2u6YahNtxc7aqXVdYS8zbAy0OTVgQbkSDLeA-IMk9Bj-pyEUsoup-Hv/s320/0807cali0361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549613310309028578" border="0" /></a><br />"We weren't afraid of the wind-we were afraid of magnets" -Sr. Lou on the Sisters of Humility's habits.<br /><br />Sr. Lucille Conley was one of my favorite. She's my father's aunt but I just dropped the great and made her my own. At 16 she entered a convent and made serving the community her life's work. In 1993 she established an apartment complex and center for women with children who left their abusive husbands...something very near and dear to my heart. Despite living in a post-industrial community, (re:suburb of Youngstown) where the good times had come and gone, she was still able to get people to donate both time and money for the women and children that needed it most.<br /><br />As kids, the convent was a stopping place while we were visiting family in Cleveland or traveling to DC. My brothers and I thought the cafeteria was really cool (often on road trips we would only have pbj's to eat). One year, I recall my cousin Mary (in photo, far left) and I grabbing lemon juice packets to use as rinse to make our hair more blond. I laugh now thinking about how we were explaining to the other nuns and how intently they listened to our beauty advice.<br /><br />As a grown up I'd stop by there while working on a project in the Youngstown area, sometimes spending the night. Once I brought a girlfriend of mine, she was shocked to see beer in the fridge.<br /><br />"Come on," I said,"these are Irish nuns," Recalling the late night I spent with Sr. Lou going over my annulment while splitting a Rolling Rock.<br /><br />There are so many vignettes and cross-sections of Sr. Lou in my life. But as I look back, it was me doing the in&outs and zigzagging, she was just there, guiding me to quilt connections to my father's Irish family and my faith.<br /><br />I'm returning the convent this next week. I got the call on Friday that Sr. Lou had passed. I think about how having her in my life had made me so much a better person, and I know it wasn't just me she touched.<br /><br />"We lost a good one," emailed my cousin Maggie, who just named her youngest daughter Lucille. Indeed. We are truly blessed when strong women enter our lives, but even more so when we are related to them.egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-77322511487771718012010-12-08T22:11:00.000-08:002010-12-08T22:38:21.312-08:00Mr. Jay at Phil'sWell this took way too long to put together and to post. And there's a good story here that's just about as long.<br /><br />I was in TC over the summer and was checking out the Third Coast Bicycle Festival. I had just finished riding a quad (we didn't tip thanks to the direction of our fearless leader John Robert Williams), when out of the sushi restaurant I hear "e-Beth". With all of the nicknames people give me, i can tell who is shouting by what it is and i knew instantly it was Mr. Webber.<br /><br />Jay Webber used to be accompanied by a friend of mine from a former life (re:ex-finance) and our paths hadn't crossed in years (10-12 maybe?). He asked me if I could shoot him playing that night at the restaurant across the street. I had all of my gear since I was working. I gave him a price, he disappeared to the nearest ATM and then paid me on the spot, to the amazement of my friends, and me. As Peter put it: "It's like your photography is crack and people are just buying it off the street." I love my friends.<br /><br />I'm pretty sure his upcoming album won't have any songs written about me in it (for better I'm sure). Maybe that's why I used this song from that night. The head-slapping memories of years ago when a simple poem made me fall for everything, even love.<br /><br /><object id="vp16RMs7" width="432" height="240" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="movie" value="http://static.animoto.com/swf/w.swf?w=swf/vp1&e=1291875066&f=6RMs7kbgBc3e6TxWcEumhg&d=263&m=p&r=w&i=m&ct=&cu=&options="></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed id="vp16RMs7" src="http://static.animoto.com/swf/w.swf?w=swf/vp1&e=1291875066&f=6RMs7kbgBc3e6TxWcEumhg&d=263&m=p&r=w&i=m&ct=&cu=&options=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="432" height="240"></embed></object>egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-29683254787799260952010-10-14T08:31:00.000-07:002010-10-14T09:34:55.447-07:00Mashup 10.10.10Big day Oct. 10, not just because of how cool it is to write that date, but Michigan's gubernatorial candidates actually had a debate!!!! I know, big excitement. and as I waited in the spin room for the candidates to come out and to be photographed I kept wishing i could catch Eminem's interview on 60 mins....BUT WAIT! there's more! the Lions won! by A LOT!!! so they found their way into the video too...as did Detroit New's columnist Nolan Finley, lest anyone think I'm too liberal. SO this video is kind of how i played the evening out in my head...<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzhhA0vlodLvSA0E1EiD-A1FTj_HqNdXvRfphoIdq3fp5zJfFnr50wjFggpn6-CZFPqCrj4NsHqeRkasEBGEA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-65985310005520191692010-09-06T18:28:00.000-07:002010-09-06T18:31:34.483-07:00let the good times roll...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdhzX0Z5AWfRMjFAfTIyPvNLquH_ThtQcENm3qG-soFaNNaT0IvluhHRCYa67rw5LZSrgkSSxyvxqbZ4kDudOQQi5nV1EOhjWBaD0UhnGYQwZ-uCinK5hPWruLTAGHGzAZcRiWeY_02P0/s1600/wedding0828.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdhzX0Z5AWfRMjFAfTIyPvNLquH_ThtQcENm3qG-soFaNNaT0IvluhHRCYa67rw5LZSrgkSSxyvxqbZ4kDudOQQi5nV1EOhjWBaD0UhnGYQwZ-uCinK5hPWruLTAGHGzAZcRiWeY_02P0/s320/wedding0828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513977492485472146" border="0" />It may have been a little too chilly early in the day, and the sun seems to be racing across the sky to an early twilight. But as long as you can do summersaults, why not?</a>egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-39823727162362779232010-07-25T05:56:00.000-07:002010-07-25T08:09:59.836-07:00One moment in time for one great cause<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4jAahMJDJIT408Zzfwr4TJrM066BGqw4MmpsLff42prkQ8OBshf7iEHqHlXQrFY1Un9WzMHs0s1BfZlO6Q75h6jLVOq4ZKz_CKhrSFQ57eTsePloM2wKkaxSzSGJBkhU7lwEnSACA53H/s1600/flyer1.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4jAahMJDJIT408Zzfwr4TJrM066BGqw4MmpsLff42prkQ8OBshf7iEHqHlXQrFY1Un9WzMHs0s1BfZlO6Q75h6jLVOq4ZKz_CKhrSFQ57eTsePloM2wKkaxSzSGJBkhU7lwEnSACA53H/s320/flyer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497831836414530114" border="0" /></a>In late April my friend and favorite photo editor, Rodney Curtis, swung by my house to go over my portfolio and as always, he was a flurry of energy. Despite being laid off a year ago from the Detroit Free Press and still unable to find full-time work to support his family, Rodney was still full of positive energy and love for the universe. He was working on making his book <a href="http://www.readthespirit.com/spiritual-wanderer-magazine/a-note-from-rodneys-publishers.html">Spiritual Wanderer</a> into an iBook (eBook?) so it could constantly be updated and linked to his <a href="http://www.readthespirit.com/spiritual_wanderer/">blog</a>. As he left, I was expressing my gratitude for his feedback. "Thanks for making me feel useful," he said.<br /><br />A few days later he was in the doctor's office being told he had leukemia. As in step with his personality, Rodney's facing it with amazing strength and humor, as is his supportive and beautiful family. He was hit hard-core with chemo, but without any change, the hospital let him go. Now he's working with Karmonos Cancer Center in Detroit. First step: bone-marrow <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9AobtKYUfTX0Hgpff7yT9vGAPyCDEoMFRErctan62Zn2SUXyRvNRCxwj1hbja_Cca5HlKTbLG5qECXMAtvD-JX4ujCuGhaDMm93mIMYC3vL3Ai5o4whWfXW5liGfzprJhINgSXtie2EhL/s1600/flyer3.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9AobtKYUfTX0Hgpff7yT9vGAPyCDEoMFRErctan62Zn2SUXyRvNRCxwj1hbja_Cca5HlKTbLG5qECXMAtvD-JX4ujCuGhaDMm93mIMYC3vL3Ai5o4whWfXW5liGfzprJhINgSXtie2EhL/s320/flyer3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497831828824932914" border="0" /></a>transplant.<br /><br />To help defray medical costs, he's been on COBRA since being laid off, photographers in the area who have been touched by his skills and humor have pooled together some amazing photos to be <a href="http://defcode.com/rodney/index.php?currDir=.">sold</a>. Both newspapers, Detroit News and Detroit Free Press, also donated some historical images as well. The <a href="http://defcode.com/rodney/index.php?currDir=.">sale</a> ends Aug. 1st, please take the time to look, buy and pass along:<br />http://defcode.com/rodney/<br /><br />thank you Rodney, for making me feel useful.egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-79507724806259325952010-07-05T21:29:00.000-07:002010-07-05T21:35:34.535-07:00Ed and his boat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbXO1btl2TOJ87i03zg6V6dJQBBCIiBC4Mk5l1hKhBh7Hw3TSV4T4tQxJOk7-le_JMCFyQp7WG-8pA1SwcsHsgrxbOzCgSwFpChXBQ9_Y9ZbBrCYQm6VnUNfKfl0MWLaAmMI7Wf4BE6HkG/s1600/ed_beach.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbXO1btl2TOJ87i03zg6V6dJQBBCIiBC4Mk5l1hKhBh7Hw3TSV4T4tQxJOk7-le_JMCFyQp7WG-8pA1SwcsHsgrxbOzCgSwFpChXBQ9_Y9ZbBrCYQm6VnUNfKfl0MWLaAmMI7Wf4BE6HkG/s320/ed_beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490647117725494242" /></a><br />Sitting on Empire Beach in Northern Michigan I watched as this determined young boy made his way to the waves with an odd contraption. Ed made the boat, with other rescue boats on it in his bedroom, which according to his mom, is filed to the rim with drawings, blueprints and random models in the making. His confidence as he walked to the shore, set it up, then place it in the water was so great, a little inspiring and of course reminded me of Caleb and the gifts we give our children when we just don't get in their way.egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-17647733750447839182010-06-29T18:46:00.000-07:002010-06-29T20:26:32.300-07:00Brother Vincent Reyes 1940-2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKmHFvOLbB3b2lfsCE3UA9ugKQCWXnQhc8KcnH3B66F8VqlFgeOpIA0li2Oi_0_7m6jpFz-JUkNJSKE6dmhnfZYhaVO2lFLv_kRRNw1kcPcEFeFjcL6Q8FblB5AG0x1ccmHPbc5YX7zo1/s1600/brov"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKmHFvOLbB3b2lfsCE3UA9ugKQCWXnQhc8KcnH3B66F8VqlFgeOpIA0li2Oi_0_7m6jpFz-JUkNJSKE6dmhnfZYhaVO2lFLv_kRRNw1kcPcEFeFjcL6Q8FblB5AG0x1ccmHPbc5YX7zo1/s320/brov" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488377662827945666" border="0" /></a><br />He fed and clothed the hungry, loved photography and was slightly radical (like most bros.) Getting out people's story who passed through the doors of Capuchin Soup Kitchen was so important to him. He asked me, along with photographers Steve Perez (okay, he asked Steve first) and Ed Hahn,to help created the book "My Name Is..." to give a face and story to those who use the Detroit soup kitchen. To me, I was one mistake from being in their shoes, to him, he was in their shoes.egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-56541071209974167792010-06-24T22:03:00.000-07:002010-06-24T22:04:41.698-07:00Foot Pedal photos from Bill&Petra's wedding<object id="vp1O9k1e" width="432" height="240" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="movie" value="http://static.animoto.com/swf/w.swf?w=swf/vp1&e=1277442187&f=O9k1eXKhyNj0iwrMxsOsDg&d=217&m=a&r=w&i=m&options="></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed id="vp1O9k1e" src="http://static.animoto.com/swf/w.swf?w=swf/vp1&e=1277442187&f=O9k1eXKhyNj0iwrMxsOsDg&d=217&m=a&r=w&i=m&options=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="432" height="240"></embed></object>egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-85351910973501875142010-01-15T09:03:00.000-08:002010-01-15T09:55:42.559-08:00Press Preview Day 1 at the North American International Auto ShowCovering the auto show is quite an excruciating experience for someone who doesn't care much for cars. And in these days of blogging, everyone needs to be the first to write/photograph something about a show. So, i try to slow it down and make something I'd like to see, because honestly, i don't care what's under the hood as long as it starts. The whole shoot was about 2.5 hours. <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxBVcEUDjVQuOi13XpZhgeMKnQB60HUgxsD273SIYREOxxpR-HbWnSQgg1t6eY-mU3Uoy8l74QQM_oFDE1JFQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-80556502253626405932009-12-08T06:11:00.000-08:002009-12-08T06:27:57.483-08:00Today we bury Martha AnnToday Martha Ann, who was murdered in a drive-by shooting almost a year ago will be laid to rest next to her grandfather due to the generosity of The Detroit News readers. Since her cremation, Martha's remains have been tucked in her grandmother's linen closet due to the fact her grandmother couldn't afford to bury her. <br /><br />Here's her story, which was produced last month: <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyvGidlRB5QZv8PM468CGOo6cqaSfrjd1CsbS4JT_XOId7vxfaEYfXFQa0bHVJveSvlcztyPT3YNQCsU_Euxg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-41155961732770120852009-11-27T08:36:00.000-08:002009-11-27T08:46:45.001-08:00At McD's with the Coon Man.Often people ask me, both in and out of the office, what it's like to work with Charlie, one of our more enterprising reporters. It's been a mix bag, but usually ends with amazing stories and opportunities. Our last piece was on raccoon hunting with the Coon Man of Detroit. Between hunting for his lost gun and for the actual raccoon's we stopped at McD's. I was testing out a borrowed Nikon D3s and recorded this lil bit unbeknownst to the subjects. <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxx2fL0kj9lkVPEE2W_tJ5LTgF2DDVXUvPuWMUvU6MhNbdZcViXEOKHZFtlXhU32xW3GFGa2v_lEsZNmde-qw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><a href="http://www.detnews.com/article/20091126/METRO08/911260378/Detroit-s-Coon-Man-takes-orders-for-the-holiday?imw=Y">Click here for the published story</a>egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-52392622257584043422009-11-16T18:53:00.000-08:002009-11-16T19:00:01.033-08:00For chair-ityFor a benefit for homeless veterans by Mercy Street, a friend/co-worker decorated a chair in a bunch of pennies (get it? "make the change"). Here's the link to the Dec. 5 event: http://www.mercy-street.com/services<br /><br />Here's a photo (for those who may doubt Detroit gets magic hour):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxybDQ2ReYagOQkgeZSXYABbX_CBi-Q4llTIqQiy7q3s3MyOg969uqvAy9Tqoxb775jx-PeCckuh8VMROb4zN6rpCq2jTc16f-fwdrdbAmUtjxmCpHS0Jue3QhNYdTwBNIWUVD5s7sbVKq/s1600/_DSC0746.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxybDQ2ReYagOQkgeZSXYABbX_CBi-Q4llTIqQiy7q3s3MyOg969uqvAy9Tqoxb775jx-PeCckuh8VMROb4zN6rpCq2jTc16f-fwdrdbAmUtjxmCpHS0Jue3QhNYdTwBNIWUVD5s7sbVKq/s320/_DSC0746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404900924536141298" /></a>egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-2214379362567794522009-11-08T11:47:00.000-08:002009-11-08T11:48:44.353-08:00sorry its been a while...not just in posting, but Chicago too, found a lot of ghosts, mostly inside myself. <br /><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7501128&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7501128&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/7501128">Untitled</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user1420895">Elizabeth Conley</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-79504933148729637332009-05-19T10:56:00.000-07:002009-05-19T11:12:10.690-07:00Love, faith and a piece of gum...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYt-TtyKNlhwfym9yObKLGY9w7BBf5pUfRlJUCdKLMsAy4W6U81Wzi8DpmaNGbo3TGu_pUZ2R4XmQ5TR8Yqyj8RK11r1uE4uese6DkMacaQ8FINws5u7YEiBiaOUCQKmzlmJo_vD64Q6K-/s1600-h/annie_gum0827.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYt-TtyKNlhwfym9yObKLGY9w7BBf5pUfRlJUCdKLMsAy4W6U81Wzi8DpmaNGbo3TGu_pUZ2R4XmQ5TR8Yqyj8RK11r1uE4uese6DkMacaQ8FINws5u7YEiBiaOUCQKmzlmJo_vD64Q6K-/s320/annie_gum0827.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337599282331076642" /></a><br />Before taking off for WWII and the Korean War, John would tell Annie he was just going around the block to buy some gum. <br /><br />A phrase that gave her, (and maybe him too); hope, faith and peace of mind that despite being shot at and almost taken down time and again, he would return to his grade-school sweetheart. He always came home.<br /><br />In February 1962, John surprised Annie with a pack of gum, for her and the kids as he left out the door to orbit the Earth. The family wasn't allowed on NASA grounds and were discouraged from watching the launch. Complications upon re-entry resulted in a NASA representative telling Annie that this time, he might not make it home.<br /><br />John Glenn returned home. To this day, Annie keeps the gum wrapper in her wallet....and John at her side.egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-46815077120907333142009-04-25T12:36:00.001-07:002009-04-25T12:36:05.633-07:00Family at the foot pedal<div>a very tightly edited show from the foot pedal...still think soundslide is best for this...</div><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/49f36623bba0c147/46928cc53601c055/2dbfd34c/widget.js"></script>egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-38977570876438879012009-04-16T22:13:00.000-07:002009-04-16T22:18:11.111-07:00A quick escape...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDLxkxCfLlVAAe4ZzMTl9LvMY3Vj00-kou4GKgboWxg1LQf0bI5JpGcr8ALod3Du93K05XkX5WzNT51OBgPXLWxGJgiu6DpFz2H3FjVzIM26KY6Z79NcQbxskpe1uRbDbs_2fNScLPdpvE/s1600-h/wDSC_5059.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDLxkxCfLlVAAe4ZzMTl9LvMY3Vj00-kou4GKgboWxg1LQf0bI5JpGcr8ALod3Du93K05XkX5WzNT51OBgPXLWxGJgiu6DpFz2H3FjVzIM26KY6Z79NcQbxskpe1uRbDbs_2fNScLPdpvE/s320/wDSC_5059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325525150182138834" /></a><br />I had a friend who would always complain about how many bags I would carry, and then how heavy just one bag would be. I would love to have the luxury of traveling light, but it is seeming less possible to do these days with video cameras, audio recorders, microphones...and nothing you want to just leave in you car. So here I am, trying to leave a hotel room 7am in one take. Had a little trouble width wise getting through the door...egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-58904878315253699422009-04-01T16:12:00.000-07:002009-04-01T16:14:11.850-07:00Final project for FCP classmixed video from little camera that creates sun flare ;o)and interviewed my neighbor here in Columbus, and Lynn from Lynn Nails in Ferndale...<br /><br /><embed src="http://blip.tv/play/AfKNTpPPcg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="720" height="510" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed>egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-55573088164256796792009-03-11T20:13:00.000-07:002009-03-11T20:14:21.835-07:00A simple movie file...first try to show someone a wedding book layout. I hope to use this program for a couple vacation slideshows, but can be a bit tricky if mixing it with other platforms for story-telling<br /><br /><object width="100%" height="400"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="movie" value="http://www.vuvox.com/collage_express/collage.swf?collageID=0fae3fd79"/><embed src="http://www.vuvox.com/collage_express/collage.swf?collageID=0fae3fd79" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%" height="400"></embed></object>egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-85345697274666754372009-03-09T19:18:00.000-07:002009-03-09T19:22:55.470-07:00movie from classBetween ning sites, twittering, facebook my long-term project and a multitude of new online programs, i've been slacking on my blog...here's my Arts853 midterm...just finished the final today, it's on my blip.tv site (yes, and there's a Vimeo channel too) I'll post it here once it's graded and it has it's debut at the Art and Tech show this Thursday on campus (my first art show...for film!)<br /><embed src="http://blip.tv/play/Aerrd5PPcg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed>egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858821033300495843.post-55103513885736308322009-01-21T20:13:00.000-08:002009-01-21T20:40:19.299-08:00Dell 1924-2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcehcLDAABcIb5D1S1QXRwzjiXoVTc0lI7Y8gm4iBf_vvU75DVPMAmY0Fjf3B5HTamSg9qAy8DGUXoaJP6zRTppSHdMsctxVoD7QW69jS8avxqiNzqD-EtrQtRJDp9vIep1qSW8M8lOf8D/s1600-h/2008-0707-ec-dell635.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcehcLDAABcIb5D1S1QXRwzjiXoVTc0lI7Y8gm4iBf_vvU75DVPMAmY0Fjf3B5HTamSg9qAy8DGUXoaJP6zRTppSHdMsctxVoD7QW69jS8avxqiNzqD-EtrQtRJDp9vIep1qSW8M8lOf8D/s320/2008-0707-ec-dell635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293971883542801490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjMsREY3QWuPbdTQM2v9FniKxahWCQek30QfFNYwF-ROjbhL5xES8kVtchFtHieb6ZpnbdpE3knxnzhACc6BPyNERc30c73zVvZlEylPApYpEWP1c5Pk1YPPwjWBL7mGW_Ua6PhNyPci6/s1600-h/2008-0707-ec-dell276.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjMsREY3QWuPbdTQM2v9FniKxahWCQek30QfFNYwF-ROjbhL5xES8kVtchFtHieb6ZpnbdpE3knxnzhACc6BPyNERc30c73zVvZlEylPApYpEWP1c5Pk1YPPwjWBL7mGW_Ua6PhNyPci6/s320/2008-0707-ec-dell276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293971881039275666" /></a><br />When Bob gave my number to Dell Warner, a woman who wanted someone with heart willing to take a few photos for her, neither of us knew what I was getting into. What became a "few shots" became daily early morning phone calls, meetings with guys she wanted to hook me up with and a glimpse into someone who just wanted to tell every story she could and was honestly pissed off that she had cancer and her life had was expiring. She passed away today.<br />Here are some of my memories:<br />She hated the Russians in her building. "They're mean, they don't smile, they don't know art, why don't they learn English for goodness sake?"<br />On buttoning up her shirt before i photographed her: "Oh sure, deny me my sexuality"<br />On family "my sons sold my Peter Max, took my grand piano, through me in this hell-hole and tried to kill my dogs..."<br />On her emmys: "See those? I love awards, and that way you know you're not talking to a kook!"<br />Her cane: "i hate it"<br />Her help: "stupid"<br /><br />Often you avoid the loudest, seemingly most difficult senior in the room, but Dell would not be ignored, she knew she was going down, and she wasn't going quietly. It was a characteristic i was fond of at times, i little taken aback at others. But still, you always knew where you stood with her, and i'm glad i got to stand by her for a while.<br />I still have a message from her on my phone (during our time together, June through Dec. she'd left a few like this): "Elizabeth, it's Dell, i'm not able to reach anyone, there's something about being walled off from the world, please, please i'm not crazy, i'm not crazy, , please, PLEASE don't think i'm crazy, PLEASE believe me, any how please in touch somehow, i love you, i've been sick since an infusion of fluids and since then my life has been hell, please, please help me, please God help me..." I pray he has and she has found peace...egconleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427401245005910905noreply@blogger.com1