Will Hoge and his rock band from Nashville made a stop at Club Cafe in Pittsburgh this past Saturday on their way home from NYC. Unfortunately, because of the stage set-up and limited mobility, the shots of the remaining band members were less than great. However, knowing that Will was animated enough to visually carry the show, I wasn't worried at all.

If you've never seen these guys live, you should check them out. www.willhoge.com

I decided to take a chance by shooting the whole show with a 50mm prime lens, hoping to come up with a slightly different perspective than usual. When you have no other options, the one thing you do have forces you to be insightful. Why? Because there is no easy shot. In my experience, this technique often works out for the better.

I want one, no wait, need one.

So . . . Will moves faster than my autofocus.

Harmonica, guitar, great gritty voice. Rockin.

I could make a joke about a bat, but I'm not going to.

Penn State's Casey Sandy is the top-ranked pommel horse competitor in the nation. Oh, and his nickname is "Superman" . . . go figure.

Sometimes, the best pictures don't have faces. (Greg Joseph, bassist for the Clarks)

Amazing how a few guys in Converse sneakers and jeans can captivate an audience.

Dave is certainly enjoying his coffee.

Since there wasn't a lot of room to move around, I figured it was a nice chance to snap some close-ups. Fortunately for the photographer, Rob's hand has more energy than most people have in their bodies.

Dave Minarik on the drums for the Clarks.

Rob James of the Clarks at last Thursday's show at Penn State.

Raising the bar is one thing, but catching it is a completely different story.

The ladies of N.C. State's gymnastics team celebrate a close-to-perfect beam routine at last Saturday's meet against Penn State.

A little levitation?

Katie Perret, a sophomore from Colorado Springs, performs a leap during her balance beam routine at the meet against Minnesota on Saturday night in Rec Hall.

Getting up pretty early to catch a glimpse of the early morning Grand Central Station crowd, Luke and I had a great time checking out the people and the architecture of this cultural landmark. I, of course, tried to imagine it was 1945 where men with trenches and fedoras would escort wasp-waisted, red-lipped ladies through the most fashionable, travelled station in the country.

"So I says to the broad, I says, "no more pastrami!" and what do I got? Pastrami!"

Taken in Lower Manhattan, it sometimes surprises me how photogenic a building can be. Unfortunately, the more architectural shooting I do, the more I realize that that won't always be true.