I mentioned in an earlier blog posting, The Broken Road, that Matthew and I take care of a special needs adult, David. David is 63, he’ll be 64 in October, and he is a Libra. He will tell you that his birthstone color is pink. Without you asking. Just out of the blue, “you know, […]
I mentioned in Part 1 of this series I hated Shinko printers. Here’s why. Go back in your brain about eight years. It was a simpler time. A time of rainbows and clowns, neighborhood block parties and cook outs. Leave It to Beaver was the popular show on TV. Women had just received the vote. […]
When I was with He Who Shall Not Be Named, his idea of a great vacation — especially at Christmas — was to go to Roanoke, VA. If it was a good year, we’d stay at the Holiday Inn, Roanoke (they had REAL MARBLE IN THEIR BATHROOMS). If it was an average year, it was […]
I’ve been running photo events for more than a decade. And, while I hate to admit it, not everything goes right all the time. The key is to never appear rattled. That doesn’t mean you AREN’T about to throw up, but you just can’t LOOK like it. You have to seem smooth, controlled, in charge. […]
Whenever you photograph anyone important, the client is a nervous wreck. I’ve never understood this. They are paying said VIP a large amount of money to speak, and sometimes to meet their important attendees after a speech. Yet, they are NERVOUS. I’ve made a career of keeping everyone calm: the client, the minions, the secret […]
***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 […]