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Smoke Dreams

Dean — Sat, 17 Jul 2010 07:00:02 +0000

Holy Week

Dean — Sun, 04 Apr 2010 14:16:09 +0000

Happy Easter! Last night I went to Easter Vigil at Queen of All Saints Basillica with my mom and I think it is my favorite mass of the whole year. Sure, it’s two hours long, but it’s got candles, cool bible stories, and catechumens! I also love it because of the wonderful oratorios performed by the QAS chorus. There’s one I have stuck in my head and I can’t figure out its name just by searching on the internet.

I went to Palm Sunday mass at Holy Name Cathedral (first time in a while) and I never realized how small it is. It could fit inside Queens!

Otoño

Dean — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 07:37:58 +0000

These breezy autumn days are getting shorter and bring back one wistful memory from growing up in Lincolnwood:

Bundled up to beat the cold, I would wait for the school bus at the corner of Lunt and Kenton, right as the sun started to peek over the treetops. Sometimes the older kids (and Eliott) would wait there too. For bus # 5. The bus driver was a big black woman, appropriately named “Thyra.” And I used to sit with Gio.

Last Hurrah

Dean — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 00:09:17 +0000

After a few years of photographing my friends band, Post Historic, they decided to break up and I shot their final show last month. It’s been a good time following the progression of the band and seeing them do what they love. I tried my best to sync some of the photos to one of my favorite songs of theirs, “Memory Banks of Blue,” and it doesn’t quite work the whole time, but you get the idea. Sorry for the inconsistent WB, i was a bit lazy.

Thanks Jesse, Yoo Soo, and Zach.

September 11, 2009

Dean — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 09:43:20 +0000

I got up early on September 11th to shoot the University of Illinois Black Chorus perform at 7:46am (the time at which the first airplane struck the World Trade Center 8 years ago). It was a very inspiring performance and was really a great way to start out my day.

PS. Since we ran the whole “My September 11th story” in the newspaper, I figured I’d share mine as well: In 2001, I was a wee 14-year-old going into my 2nd day of high school. A naive freshman as I was, I had already forgot my new locker combination that I learned the day before. So, I reluctantly walked over to the security desk so I could have them unlock it and grab my books. While I was following a security guard around, I heard a few tidbits about something happening in New York over the radio, but I was pretty much in the dark for most of the morning. As the day went on, I picked up on little pieces of information here and there, and it wasn’t until one of my last classes of the day that I learned the towers fell and saw glimpses of what happened. And even then, it wasn’t until I got home in the afternoon and was glued to the television for hours with my family (my parents had been sent home from work)… that I truly understood the gravity of September 11, 2001.