Norah Turns Five by Micah Albert

Norah, here is to you! You bring life and energy into every room and land you walk into. Your personality and smile is infectious in all of your adventures. You have turned into the most incredible daughter and big sister. Your love of life and willingness to take risk will take you far. 

Happy 5th birthday. 

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The Far West | Northern California Shoot by Micah Albert

I joined-up again with what has turned out to be a great friendship with the boys from The Far West to do another shoot. They currently wrapped-up a month-long solo tour and also opened 8 or so shows for the legendary Dave and Phil Alvin (the Blasters). 

This year, instead of shooting in Silverlake / Echo Park, they rolled up to Casa Albert after opening for the Alvins. The following night we did a little private show in my backyard. It was awesome. 

Here's a few images from the shoot, down the street from my house. 

These guys are truly class acts and welcome in our home any time. 

Exposure #3 - Jordan by Micah Albert

Location: Aqaba, Jordan

My Gear: Nikon D3, Nikon 14 - 24mm f/2.8 

Camera Settings: ISO 640, 1/5000 at f/5.6

Year: 2011

Getting There: I was working  through out the Middle East on a story on the most marginalized youth in the area - mostly refugee and migrant populations and the struggle to maintain a livelihood while operating under the radar of society. This project took me to Aqaba, a Jordanian resort port town on the Red Sea where many marginalized live and work by finding small, off-the-books, tourism jobs.

In Jordan, an estimated 100,000 (The total population of Jordan is 6.5 million) young people have dropped out of school. After dropping out, kids are unable to rejoin the formal system and miss their chance at a college education or vocational opportunities.

Here, a boy flees on his mule, to get away from a non-profit "truancy police" to encourage him to come back to school before he's kicked out. 

What the photo doesn't show you: I got out of bed like any other day, stretched my arms, looked out over the aqua-marine sea and started to put on a shirt when a frantic bang and knock came from the door. I opened to find my Jordanian friend (who was staying in the room next to me) pushing me aside, running right through my threshold scrambling to find my TV remote control. He was talking so fast I couldn't understand him. When the news came on, we watch together, jaws on the floor, as just then the tsunami slammed into the Japanese coast line - Live. 

We went on to a little street cafe and drank tea in silence. Doing any work that day was tough.