Here is something I never thought I would say: I had a blast at a child’s birthday party! Of course, I’ve been photographing the family since its literal beginning at the Bridal Shower. I was there for the baby shower, the Christening and now her first birthday. Thanks for letting me be a part of your family!
I’ve been in New York City a decade, this was my first trip to Liberty Island. It will also be my last. Hours of waiting, layers of security, hordes of people all for a ten minute walk around and say “Well, that’s it.” We eschewed the pedestal, with MORE lines and MORE waiting. While the up close images from the island are nice, the view from the Staten Island Ferry is free and much easier.
It’s not a HUGE start to getting back behind the lens, but it IS a start.
I’ve not been doing something I love for a while. There were, are, a lot of reasons, boredom, lack of motivation, a feeling of doing the same thing over and over. The upshot, no photos. How do you fix a problem like this, well, you do what Inigo does: “When the job went wrong you went back to the beginning. Well, this is where we got the job, so this is the beginning. And I am staying till Vizzini comes. “
You go back to where you started and look again. You start by doing what you did when you started taking photos, you walk and you TAKE PHOTOS.
And hope Fezzik finds you.
Storm King Art Center is 500 acres of parkland dotted with over one hundred sculptures, or at least this is what the website says. What I saw were mostly steel girders welded at right angles, some with dangly balls some without. I am sure there is some deeper meaning that I am too cretinous to understand, but really they all looked like a construction accident. Still, the scenery was breathtaking, the weather magnificent and this lone tree on the hill was the loveliest thing in the park.
I was just thrilled to have my work adorn the cover a book I truly loved, then I found out the designer Daniel Estrella and I were nominated for the Eric Hoffer Book Award da Vinci Eye, which is given for excellence in Cover Art, and I was profoundly honored. Today, I learned from the good folks at Augury that I WON. I truly am excited and deeply moved to be given this award.
I just wonder where I am going to put my Leg Lamp…they ARE giving me a Leg Lamp, right?
It’s pretty obvious I’ve not been posting much of late. This is mostly because I’ve not been photographing…well, anything of late. Blame it on the long Winter, life getting me down, a creative fugue and the advent of the fucking Selfie Stick. I went to the Easter Parade and stayed all of ten minutes. The only thing different between this year and every other year…the damn sticks. They were everywhere.
In the end, the problem is mine. I need to find a new motivation, a new direction. I’ve been dabbling around in other mediums, but my first love is photography. Eventually, this malaise will pass, I will find new passion but until then–this space will be sporadic at best.
But hey…we will always have the Selfie Stick.
Today is March 4th, Game Master’s Day. (Though I prefer Dungeon Master’s Day.) On this the anniversary of Gary Gygax‘s passing we pause to honor all those who create and maintain the world where we play. It may seem like a silly thing to all of you who don’t “game”, or who believe this is the case. I assure you, the legacy of Gary and the game he and Dave Arneson breathed life into encompasses so many aspect of popular culture and technology listing them all would require 756,000 entries on Google. There are larger search results, but most of them are about sex.
Game Master’s Day isn’t so much a celebration of Gary’s life, we do this on July 27th, his birthday. Today is for all of us who sit behind the screens, building, adjudicating and guiding our players through the world’s we spin from our imaginations. More than a referee or umpire, more than an arbiter, Game Masters build a world, give life to the myriad inhabitants, and occasionally mercilessly destroy everything in contained within those worlds. After all, what is point of creation if you can’t wantonly destroy?
So, today I celebrate every one of you who spends their hours giving their imagination form, littering their maps with foes, and stocking lairs with endless piles of loot for my characters to pillage. I salute all of my Game Masters from the very first in Wood Shop Class 1981 to my monthly Dungeon Crawl Classics game, where my Halfling’s half-life is usually measured in minutes. It’s your world, I only play there…and do my very best to break it from time to time.
As a Game Master myself, I also thank my players who arrive full of wonder and joy, and the ruthlessly rain down death and destruction on everything I spent so much time crafting. I couldn’t do it without you. When I kill your characters, I just want you to know I do it out of love: just the way Gary intended.