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The Arrogance of Digital Photography

To be fair, I am quite grateful for the advances the digital world has made in the past 7-10 years. I certainly would not have been able...

Public Relations

(stock Getty Image) I am quite familiar with the meaning of this oftentimes maligned skill set. Both my wife and our daughter chose this...

There are no Coincidences in Life

While I never envisioned this blog to be a reflection on my day to day, an incident earlier this morning bears closer examination. I seem...

Jobs That Only Lasted a Day (or Two…)

It took me a long time to grow up, to become responsible, to recognize the difference between being a boy and being a man. I easily...

Falcon Flex(ing)

I recently found the perfect metaphor for myself. Our glorious daughter Sasha, who lives and works on the east coast, likes to travel up...

“A Little Nostalgia for the Old Folks”

That’s an irreverent intro to a Frank Zappa song from the late 60’s. Zappa’s sly way of poking fun at his own generation – done sparingly...

Pigeonholed!

Everyone wants to put me in a box. At 74 I will be in one permanently more sooner than later, however this is not good enough for the...

The Story Behind the Story (Part 13)

In my early years as a photographer, it was disconcerting to me that I could not both participate and observe life as it unfolded in...

Can You Hear Me Now?

Once I got comfortable living in the desert in the mid 70’s, I decided it was time to enroll in some adult education classes at our local...

There Was a Day...

As I sit here moaning and groaning and staring at the neoprene sleeves on my knees and my elbows and my wrists, my mind flies back to a...

Paybacks are a Bitch! (Part 2)

Before there was an internet, before there was a smart phone, there was still eBay. The year was 2000, and I was busy selling my photo...

My Best Friend Came Home

I’ve spoken of this before; I can’t overemphasize the importance of it. For those of us who believe in God, He has two fundamental ways...

Not a Wise Crack

The bag boy had accidentally dropped a gallon of water on the floor and it exploded like a miniature H-bomb early this afternoon. The...

Recycling Saved My Life (sort of…)

Long before it became fashionable to separate garbage from glassware, and hamburgers from hand grenades -- I was recycling (in a...

As Good As It Gets

Furiously focused for the count. (You could fry eggs on that kind of heat.) Ready, Set, Go! Born again on the relative wind. Frantically...

Charles and Mary

As a child I had no control over any aspect of my life. My parents made every decision for me, which I imagine was not too unusual for...

Kis-Lyn

Where/When I grew up in northeastern Pennsylvania in the 50’s, parents only needed to whisper a single word to keep unruly children in...

Sleeping on the Job

One of my earliest memories after we moved to Pennsylvania in 1954 was looking out the kitchen window and watching Donna Rovinsky, the...

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