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Life of a Photographer 🎞️ — You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve heard this: “I only dropped it in the pool for a second. Can’t I just dry it out in rice? Let’s clear that up right now — rice doesn’t save cameras. It just gives you false hope while corrosion quietly eats your gear alive.

Life of a Photographer 🎞️ — After “repair or replace,” the next question I always hear is: “Should I buy refurbished or just used?” When searching for a more economical camera replacement, most folks — myself included — look for a second-hand deal. Buying a well-lived camera means having confidence in either the seller or the equipment. Ideally, you want both.

Life of a Photographer 🎞️ — one of the most common questions I get is… “Should I repair my old camera or just replace it?” The answer is almost always: replace it. The digital camera industry doesn’t work like the old analog days, when a repair could keep a body going for decades. Today, you have to think about processing power, sensor quality, and advanced autofocus. Even entry-level mirrorless cameras now outperform older pro DSLRs in many ways.

A long time ago in a bar far, far away — sometime in the year 2000, though Murphy’s clock had long since stopped keeping time — Emerson leaned across the sticky counter and asked the bartender after a round of bad service, “How many f@#ks do you have to save before you can give a f@#k? She looked him up and down, unimpressed, and fired back: “Well, if you had more than two f@#ks to rub together, I’d give you a f@#k.” The service improved only slightly after that. Emerson didn

Dear Emerson, I’m not sure where this letter will find you. I hope that you are well. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you stumbling into a bar. I’ve been thinking about you and some of our adventures. You always seemed to know what to say to me. I’m damaged goods. I’m not whole. I’m not even sure where I belong these days. I occupy myself with work and travel, but mostly it feels like I’m just moving time forward until something else happens—or until I don’t.

I wonder if Emerson will show up like he did on my 23rd birthday. Probably not. For all I know, he might have finally shared his last story.

As you may have noticed, these posts about events with Emerson are often compiled from various journal entries over multiple dates.

Valentine's Day has arrived, and it reminds me of when Emerson and I stumbled out of a cab back to my apartment in Orlando 35 years ago.

This is from a journal I have kept about visits from my friend Emerson. Who is Emerson? He was an enigma - a part-time poet and drunk.

It's been a while since I wrote anything. I mean, here in this "Blog, " which I just named "Mind the Gap." There's been a lot of "fuck...

In the late 1990s, I ran a studio that didn't succeed. Amongst the collection of unsold artworks sit several pastel and ink drawings.

The Underverse is a place that exists somewhere outside the shoals of dreams.

I've been trying to photograph the Sun setting from underneath the Venice Fishing Pier for the last three years. You might ask why it has...

I've wanted to take a photo of Star Trails over the Venice Fishing Pier. However, the shot had several challenges including light pollution.

Recently I did a photo walk at Bok Tower Gardens with a few folks from the Bradenton Photo Group.

What is Dry Creek? It is a"western town" film set in Les McDowell's backyard and popular with photo enthusiasts. An active film set used...

This past weekend I had s little foto fun with my brother and his family.

I recently took a Night Foto Safari trip to the Florida Everglades National Park with a fellow photographer, Greg Adams, from Winter Haven.

From a Foto Safari, I took in the summer of 2017 to the Oglala Grasslands in Nebraska.

Patience is a virtue unless you're 17.