Sticky

When we moved to Atlanta in the early 90s, we lived one block north of the intersection of 14th and Peachtree Street. At the time, the area adjacent to that crossing was undergoing a revival, with new skyscrapers and Colony Square as the anchoring site. It was a small oasisContinue Reading

Regional differences in food and dialects fascinate me. I suppose some of that fascination grew out of my having spent time in very different regions of the country. My early childhood years were spent in rural southwest Virginia, tween and teen years in Ohio, a large chunk of my adultContinue Reading

After a year of pandemic-induced isolation, I was longing to get out and shoot—especially since I had new cameras to try.  So, on a sunny Tuesday afternoon, I decided to take my Minolta Freedom Zoom 160s out for a stroll.  Atlanta has a few interesting neighborhoods and more than aContinue Reading

Not long ago, I signed up for cloud storage for my music collection. I started digitizing my collection years ago but had only managed to convert about 100 CDs. Now I have far more than 100, and I had stopped listening to many of them because doing so required diggingContinue Reading

Recently, I watched a series on impressionist painters. It included my favorites—Monet, Manet, Van Gogh, and Cezanne.  I’ve seen their works in museums in Paris, DC, Chicago, Boston, and other cities, and I never tire of looking at them.   I’ve even had the opportunity to visit the Lautrec museumContinue Reading

When I was a child, maybe eight or nine years old, I discovered paint-by-numbers kits. The kits were cheap and plentiful, always oil, and usually 8×10 or so in size. Completing a painting usually took only an afternoon. For some reason, no painting ever made it into a frame, andContinue Reading

I hated jazz. In a conversation with an older friend, 30-year-old me held as ridiculous that anyone really liked jazz. I grew up with the last major wave in jazz expression, “free.” This was the style that came with Ornette Coleman in the early 60s. Bitches Brew, the much-heralded 25-minute soundContinue Reading

I have noticed a weird behavior on my part. When shooting film, I usually take the time to write down every shot in advance. I note the film that I’m going to use, the lenses, and many times the specific apertures. Subjects, angles, and how many shots to take ofContinue Reading

The “blues” is bespoke, even though you never ask for it. It always fits you exactly, like a well-tailored suit. The blues comes in degrees and gradients. Sometimes, it’s the bittersweet melancholy of pining for a love now far removed. At other times, a mild setback that one combats withContinue Reading