Let me preface this by saying, I don’t believe in writer’s block. That’s why I never have it. I just don’t believe it’s possible to have. If someone is stuck, it usually means one of two things…
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Today, I realized what deep gratitude I have for the fact that I have this blog to share with all of you who are reading it. Thank you for doing so! Often, as artists, we make compromises between what our intuition might tell us about a project, and what a client tells us they want. Of course, the client’s desires are at the forefront of our concerns — otherwise we couldn’t stay in business.
One of the best things about moving back to Cleveland from NYC is the ease with which I can connect with nature, and with nearby farms. I love the direct contact with the source of the food that sustains my body. As much as I love cities, the cycles of life, the ebbs and flows apparent in nature, are grounding to me.
When I was in New York this past fall, I paid a visit to the Lomography store in the Village, and decided to reincorporate an oldie but goodie into my repertoire. Remember 110 film from the ’80s? The first camera I ever used as a child was a plastic point-and-shoot 110 camera, and my parents would take the film cartridge to the now defunct Revco Pharmacy for developing.
I got a call with only a few days’ notice about a potential newborn shoot on Long Island, New York. As it turned out, I wasn’t booked in Cleveland that weekend, and was able to arrange an impromptu trip.
LinkedIn is like, huge, now. Although I’ve had an account for years, I didn’t even realize, until recently, what a powerful tool it has grown into. People are frequently telling me they have been recruited via their profile, and that many prospective employers peruse LinkedIn for viable candidates. And, in a recent newsletter, Daily Worth reported that profiles with a photo are seven times more likely to be viewed than profiles without one.
It’s actually been quite awhile since I photographed a rock band. But at one point in my life, it was the only thing I shot.
“Stopper Rod Man” was the actual job title of the guy who pulled the rod to control the pouring of the molten metal inside of a steel plant. As a native Clevelander, I am fascinated with this industry. I also love the term as a way of harkening back to other out-dated job titles, like “typist.”
