Holy Fathead!!!

Wow... the disadvantage of being behind the camera, is you rarely get to see photos of yourself. I took this shot of myself with my arm extended (I'm the guy on the left) while on a shoot in Newport Beach. Looking at it now, I can't believe how fat my head is! I never used to be this fat... when did it happen? Why did I not notice it when looking in the mirror? Holy shit!

One of my favorite TV shows is Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern. He's the guy that eats lips and assholes for our viewing pleasure. I love this show, and my resemblance to him did not escape me as I watched him chow down on bugs and chicken uterus. However, when watching, I always thought to myself... "Sure, we look alike... but man does he have a fat head!". Now, putting our photos together, I make him look downright anorexic. He needs to eat a truckload of toe jam and rotting melon to get a head as fat as mine!

Time for a diet.

La La Land...

We did a shoot in LA this summer.  That's about as much as I can say about that.  I can't tell you who it was for and I can't show you any samples.  The product hasn't come out yet and the company would own my house if I say anything, much less show you a photo.  I can show you how many people it took to make the shoot happen.  Everyone sure seems excited... you're gonna love this thing!

While in LA, James (my right hand man), found something I hadn't seen before... and quickly made a withdrawal.  The interest charges are killing him.

Weird Places...

Have you ever wondered where the materials for Bon Ami cleansers came from.  Frankly, neither did I.  But I did find out sorta by accident.  I'm enamoured with weird places.  Take me to some bizarre attraction in the middle of nowhere and I'm a happy man.  So when I heard of this place in Grafton, NH called Ruggle's Mine, I had to check it out.  And I dragged my poor family with me ala Clark Griswald, sans the family truckster.  Come to find out, Bon Ami owned the mine a hundred+ years ago, converting the minerals to an abrasive powder our grandmothers probably used on their cast iron pots and pans.  OK... so now it's just a giant hole in the ground, but how was I to know until I got there and paid my $26?   

However, the drive to this mountaintop crater was as quirky as they come.  At one point, we drove through the town of Danbury.  My wife pointed out the window to a sign reading, "The Village Whittler" in front of a ramshackle hut.  Yup... the town has a village whittler.  How can you not stop at a place like this?  My wife, determined to buy some of whatever the Village Whittler was selling, made me run through the pouring rain to see if anyone was in.  There I found a small photograph of James Walter Whitford, The Village Whittler of Danbury, NH. Underneath, a sign reading, "December 3rd, 1926- July 27th, 2008"... apparently, we just missed him.  

Seeing how this works...

Ok, it's been 8 minutes since my first post.  But I wanted to see if I could manage to get some photos on here... give you something to look at.

As I mentioned, I'm from New England.  I grew up in a small town on the MA/NH border.  We still spend the summers there on Cobbetts Pond.  Here's a shot of my son piloting the Boat-det VI (yes... it's a pile of junk, but it starts on the first pull and still floats... and it's been paid for a looooong time!).

OK... one more for good measure.  Here's Cooper smoking a cigar with me.  We love doing stuff together!  (In the interest of full disclosure, that was my cigar and the shot was entirely staged... although he did have to take a puff for the shot.   Don't worry, I gave him a few sips of my beer to get the nasty taste out of his mouth... I'm not all bad.)

First time blogger...

I never understood why anyone should have a blog... especially me.  Any political or religious views, I pretty much keep to myself.  My life certainly isn't interesting enough for anyone who doesn't know me to "check in" on a regular basis.  Nope... I would venture to say there will be little to no entertainment value found here.

However, when updating my website, I did find that short of being able to view some of the stuff I've shot, there was little room for anyone to get a feel for the guy who took the photos (referring to myself in the third person already... not a good sign).  Hopefully, this very small corner of the web will give anyone who cares, that opportunity.

OK... the synopsis.  Born in New England, shooting for 20 years, happily married (Ava), two kids (Cooper, age 10 and Brianna, age 18), chronically normal.

I could go on, but I'll spare everyone whose stuck with me so far.  I've just about covered the important stuff here... the minutia will follow.  Thanks for checking in.