
Here are some images from a recent project with Duffy and Partners for Hershey's. The Air Delight packaging we shot is in stores and broadcast as well.

Here are some images from a recent project with Duffy and Partners for Hershey's. The Air Delight packaging we shot is in stores and broadcast as well.
It's always fun to see my work on the Minneapolis Egotist. Here's some Grassiani I shot with Duffy & Partners.

It was fun shooting the new Target Shopping Basket Zamboni at the Xcel Center with Allan Peters and Co. this week.
See my logo; below, and top right? That font is called "Liquorstore" and it was created by Chank Diesel who was every bit as entertaining as you would imagine he'd be at his recent talk at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts Thursday night. To quote a comment left here earlier, "Chank! A Good Type of Man."

Our Apocalypse Ephemeris 2012 Calender from Hip Street's Joe Anderson has arrived! It helps take the edge off the end the world with pretty pictures of various doomsday scenarios. (And we noticed that it comes with 10 bonus days even after the end of the world to give all you optimists out there a sense of well being!)


Be sure to head out to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts to hear him speak Thursday night, January 12th. 6PM at the Pillsbury Auditorium!


It's fun to see the latest Target Gift Cards I worked on with Brian Holt arriving in stores this week. It's the trifecta following my other two gift cards I worked on this year. You can see the other two here: http://sheehanphoto.com/posts/180
The work I did for Caribou with Colle McVoy's Ed Bennett and Chris Peters is featured on the cover of DIELINE.


It was fun working with Brian Holt to create these holiday gift cards.

These lenticular gift cards we did are cool too!

We had a packed house here at Shelter for Kat Dalager's Photo Marketing Rehab. Four hours, three intermissions and not a soul left until the event was over. Thanks to Kat and all the great panelists who made it such an insightful event!
We expect 150 photographers to stop in at our studio tonight for Kat Dalager's Photo Marketing Rehab, featuring 3 panels of photography and Ad industry luminaries.
Adfed put on another great event at EPIC last Friday. I made it in the book again, this time with the Red Dress promo I shot in Paris last summer.
Our last day on the trail. We hike past bare, lichen covered trees.

It looks like we will be ending the trip with the same weather we started with as the clouds begin to roll in.

We had the trail to ourselves between Clyde Smith Shelter and the Iron Mountain Gap.

A tree finds it's way around some rock.

We just wrapped up our trip just before the next round of rain came through.

My traveling companions. My brother-in-law J.R., who got me started on marathons and mountain climbing, and my father-in-law Drew, who got me hooked on hiking with trips through the Grand Canyon, the Camino de Santiago, and here for the second time, on the Appalachian Trail.
The geological marker for Roan High Knob Mountain.

Thinking about Avatar here.

The stands of trees on Roan High Knob Mountain are gorgeous.

This hunter, working with a large party and 15 or 16 dogs, was hunting bear. Hunting really isn't my deal, but as an omnivore I'm not really in a position to judge.

A random fireplace along the trail. There was an ill-fated hotel built nearby in 1884, but I don't know if this was related.

I met another thru hiker on this section. A typical greeting along the trail often includes a question. "You goin' all the way?" With 1800 miles behind him and 350 more to go, Man-Man from Salt Lake City, was going all the way.
Sunrise at Roaring Creek Valley as seen from the Overmountain Shelter.

The Overmountain Shelter was a barn built in the 70's and converted to an AT shelter and renovated in the 90's. Wind whips through it like a sieve. (It is beautiful though and even the mice are nice.)

We make our way to Roan High Knob and leave the fall colors behind as trees are largely bare by late October.

We get a splash of color as we approach Grassy Ridge.

A big stand of fir trees.

We met another thru-hiker at Roan High Knob Shelter. "Mismatch" is one of only four eighteen year old thru hikers on the AT this year.

At an altitude of 6200 feet, the Roan High Knob Shelter is the highest backcountry shelter on the entire 2,174-mile Appalachian Trail. In 1933, a fire tower and warden's cabin were built at the summit of Roan High Knob. Although the tower proved ineffective and did not last long (the cabin was renovated in 1980 and now serves as the Roan High Knob Shelter).

J.R. consults our AT book as he considers our options for tomorrow's hike.
Early morning on The Nolichucky River.

As we pass Apple House Shelter on our way to Overmountain Shelter we come across some more well placed (and much appreciated) steps created by the Smoky Mountain Hiking Club on this section of the AT.

Drew and J.R. take a break as we approach Hump Mountain.

Heading up Hump Mountain.

The view of Bradley Gap. This reminds me of my experience trying to photograph the Pyrenees, images fall so pathetically short of the experience. You really just have to be there.

Overmountain Shelter is the prettiest shelter I've seen on the AT.

The Overmountain Shelter at dusk.

The shelter sleeps 18. We had the whole place to ourselves.
High Rocks Overlook

Another morning in paradise.

Hiking clubs help maintain The AT. In North Carolina the AT is maintained by the Nantahala and Smoky Mountains Hiking Clubs. They cut trees that fall across the trail, make sure proper "blazes" are marked for the trail, water and shelters, and also add nice touches like occasionally creating steps along some pitches. We all really appreciated their efforts.

A beautiful tree defying gravity.

After 6 days on the trail, we were excited about the prospect of hitting Uncle Johnny's Nolichucky River Outfitters and put in a 17 mile day to do it. It may not look like much, but it was paradise. As soon as I walked onto the deck, Uncle Johnny offered me a beer, a Fat Tire no less! Any hikers who hit the hostel by 5PM get taken into town in the beat up white van you see, compliments of Uncle Johnny, to the only restaurant in town. It was a Mexican restaurant,a good one, and we gorged ourselves.

We also enjoyed the accomodations at Uncle Johnny's. This was like staying at the W compared to a slab of plywood in a shelter.