***This seems to have been partially eaten by my blog….it was in a strange order. So, I’ve re-posted to correct.)*** “What are your plans with Target?” asked the blonde haired, tall woman who was the boss of my boss. My heart was in my mouth. I’d just told my manager, Dave, a few weeks ago, […]
***Note: These Arbitrary Stories have NOTHING to do with my business. They are just some of my favorite stories**** Shortly after I left Target (TAAR-JAAAAY), I still lived in bum-fuck nowhere, better known as Tyaskin, MD. Tyaskin was a desolate little town dropped on a spit of swamp where the Chesapeake Bay meets the Nanticoke […]
There were more photos. A lot more. I can’t find them. They are on negatives, somewhere, but these are all I could salvage. Later, I put all the photos into a presentation called, “The Day Our Heart Stopped.” But really, that day — that was the day my heart started beating.
September 13th broke bright and clear, just like the two days prior. A picture perfect early fall day, the sun remained behind the veil of smoke that blanketed New York City. He Who Shall Not Be Named and I rose from bed, and took the subway — yes, the subway — as close as we […]
Before I joined my mom in the photography business, I worked for Target. Before I worked for Target (or TAR JAAAAY), I owned an aquarium store in Salisbury, MD, called “Cool World”. Cool World specialized in high end salt water and reef fish. Salisbury, MD, was called the shit house of the eastern shore by […]
Close your eyes. Imagine a simpler time, a time long before 9/11 — a time when you could actually enter the US Capitol and meet members of congress without going through a strip search or a cavity scan. Such was how things were back when I was in middle school, and when my mom started […]
My partner, Matthew, and I have been together 7 years, and the day I met him, I felt the road shift. Literally. And not because it was washed out in the deluge of water pouring from the sky — though, in fact, parts of the road were. I was standing outside. 4:30 am. Pouring […]
So, Attack of the 50 foot vagina was the first story growing from the convention of plastic surgeons. But there’s a second story. And, after reading this, you may decide everything ISN’T better with bacon. Let’s fast forward a year, past the great vagina. The convention moved from the Mandalay Bay Hotel to Caesars. Now, […]
Back before I had Melanie, my Las Vegas manager, back before the Modern Time, I’d just developed the first of the “US Event Photos” web sites. And, virtual stop number one? Las Vegas. No sooner had I published the site, still working the details out in my brain, than I received an email from a […]