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Welcome to my li’l corner o’cyberspace. Please indulge me a bit while I play around with a few new themes and schemes.
The content is sparse and dusty, but I trip over here now and then to post a new photo, get warm-n-fuzzy over my work, or mull whether I should finally — once and for all, by golly — post a few portfolio items. While design and art direction are the staples of my day job, on this personal site so far, I’ve focused more on photography. That’s just where my muse usually leads me.
At right is an example of my muse’s handiwork. Fallen leaves were sparkly and colorful against the parking lot pavement on a sunny September morning. Discoveries like this make me smile.
It’s a loose goal of mine to blog more in 2016, and I’d love your feedback on the posts as they happen. A few years back I’d hoped to relaunch a once-a-month neverdone habit while getting chatty about my adventures with the supersmart gang at TEDxGreenville, but time for personal projects turned out to be nil. Let’s see what happens now—I’m optimistic!
Many years back, in another blogging life, I wrote a series of posts called “neverdones.” I made a list of cool things I’d never done, and…
Wellllll… OK, some of them were just plain weird or perhaps even boring and not really cool, but that’s just splitting hairs. You know the ones — those unruly grey hairs that keep birthing themselves out of my right temple.
Once a month, I’d do something I’d never done and then write about it. Continue reading “Comfort-zone shakeup”
I’ve been toying with getting back into the blogging habit. Here’s a supereasy new beginning — my fave photo of the week! I loved, loooooved the lightplay in the old barn, and the blues and greens in the floorboards were happy surprises when I looked at the images later on my laptop. Continue reading “Photofun 4”
I have a confession to make. I’ve been feelin’ an ever-so-slight propaganda vibe in these work gratitude posts. Don’t get me wrong — every last spankin’ one of my items has been true. But my college journalism training has been nudging uncomfortably at the back of my head, whispering things like, “You know you’re not telling the whole story” and “Yeah, that’s great, but….there’s a but, you know.” Continue reading “Warm fuzzies at work #10”
I am grateful for my new underwear which is keepin’ my keester happy while sitting in front of my Mac. But just in case that’s deemed NOT to be work related, I decided to steal another co-worker’s gratitude. And it’s not really stealing. I’m wholeheartedly agreeing! Continue reading “Warm fuzzies at work #9”
A year ago today, I was trying to comfort my mom, nephew, and brother-in-law while myself wrestling through some powerful emotions. My sister had died suddenly two days before, and, during the stereotypical calm before the storm, we were bracing ourselves for the visitation that evening and the funeral the next day. Continue reading “Warm fuzzies at work #8”
May I say “ditto”?
I’m grateful we can freelance overflow work. It’s the only way I’m able to keep my head above water….and, even so, once in awhile I’ll stay under a tad too long and come up gasping.
I’m grateful for free coffee. Yeah, I know every decent employer in the whole entire nation serves this one up as a perk. But have you seen how much coffee I can drink??
Oops, please don’t tell anyone at the office that I wasn’t publicly grateful yesterday. I didn’t forget….my head was deep into projects all day. Then I had to race to that deliciously brutal bootcamp class where I was introduced to a new form of torture called “loading docks.” Gratefully, I’m a tad bit masochistic.
Heyyyy….I just said ‘gratefully.’ And this is a post about being grateful at work.
Do these somehow relate?
Thinking…. Continue reading “Warm fuzzies at work #5”
I have absolutely no idea what this is, but I like it and have named it “Wispy.” Found it on my iPhone this morning.
This one’s a quickie, not to mention pretty darn obvious.
I am grateful that our offices are in downtown Greenville! Rejuvenation is just a stroll away — down the vibe-rich, energetic Main Street (which today is abuzz with “Fall for Greenville” prep) or in cheerfully soothing Falls Park.
I’m not experiencing this particular thankfulness at work, but it still counts, by golly.
I’m grateful that we’re allowed to work at home now and then. What a rockin’ option it is to pack a pile o’work and deem that my big blue couch is my satellite office for the day. The razor-sharp focus it allows is key in meeting those big, inflexible deadlines — like today’s project, a bi-annual magazine I design and produce for GHS’s Office of Philanthropy and Partnership. Those “I-promise-it’s-just-a-quick-question” interruptions and open-environment-noise distractions are blissfully nonexistent. Continue reading “Warm fuzzies at work #3”
Today’s bit o’appreciation is going to sound like a suck-up. But it’s not.
I’m grateful that leadership actually wants to hear from us. Aside from an all-the-time, open-door climate, “tough questions” are solicited on a regular basis around here…. Continue reading “Warm fuzzies at work #2”
Bet you were wondering whether I’d ever add to this series. Ummm, well, OK……in all likelihood, you haven’t been wondering that. Beh. I like my delusions, so just let me wallow in ’em.
For the last couple of days as I’ve come and gone from the office, I’ve been struck by the colors in this mix of fallen leaves and early autumn flowers. Today I stopped to snap a picture. Isn’t it pretty and cheerful? I massaged it — twice, I think — through an iPhone app called ShakeItPhoto.
I was in a meeting this morning, and — feeling slightly taxed from paying attention during the previous 35 minutes of roundtable reports and project updates — when we got to the closing announcements, I started to lapse into that non-morning-person, struggling-to-concentrate foggyhead space.
“Blah wahh yada woonkblah blah leadership goals blah,” I heard. “Blah strategic villywoo every department blah blahblow will participate in a project.”
Huh? You mean I might have to do something? OK, brain. I’m slappin’ you in your metaphorical face. Wake up.
“Every department in the system will choose one of three activities,” announced Sally, our marketing director. Continue reading “Warm fuzzies at work #1”
I hope this post doesn’t get me thrown in jail. It’s slap full of photographic blips from I Seem To Be a Verb by Buckminster Fuller with Jerome Agel and Quentin Fiore, a now-out-of-print book published in 1970. I ran across it in the early 1980s while perusing the shelves of Clemson University’s small satellite library in the school of architecture. I’d been attracted by its nonconventional layout and generalist, big-picture point of view which connected diverse disciplines such as design, engineering, art, science, philosophy, technology, education, and pop culture. Continue reading “I seem to be a verb”
Yo, guys! This week’s episode is part creative fun, part technical experiment. I’m taking a little lunchtime break to post completely from my iPhone. It’d be pretty darn cool if it works. Fingers crossed.
Here is a photo I took yesterday with my iPhone, then cooked it through a happy Polaroid-inspired app called ShakeIt. Hiking bud Meredith is enjoying a refreshing wade near the foot of Schoolhouse Falls in Nantahala State Park’s Panthertown Valley. Continue reading “Photofun 1”
Wow, a brand new website. And it’s even of a semi-grownup variety, not like many other personal projects I’ve undertaken in the last decade or so. There’s a photography page, one of those obligatory “about me” pages, and links to my Twitter account and brand spankin’ new Facebook page. I’ve also set up design and writing sections which will be developed soon.
And by soon, I mean, well… perhaps not soon. But in the future. Sometime. Yep, definitely sometime in the future.
I really started this project to play with WordPress, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked having my own little corner of the Internet for creative play. Continue reading “A blank canvas”
Is this a peek at growth or abandonment? I can’t decide.
At home tonight, the faded red-orange cover of an old sketchbook — tucked away in the garage behind a stack of boxes — caught my eye. I hadn’t looked through it in more than a decade, maybe even two. I picked it up, hoping I’d experience some sort of connection to my old self. You know….back when I was optimistic and excited and young and didn’t need glasses in order to see.
Looking at these yellowed pages today, I remember losing all track of time, getting lost in the details of seeing and interpreting. I went through a period of fascination with faces, especially eyes. The fine lines in the iris…the sparkly catchlights. I studied closeups in magazines, my own reflection in the mirror, my friends, my dogs, my pony. My best resources were photographs and my own reflection, though….staring intently at friends and animals, I learned, can freak ’em out just a tad.
Here’s a portion of a page, circa 1984. I’ll resist the urge to critique it. How good or sucky it is, is not really the point. The point is that I loved it so much that time itself vanished. Four hours seemed like ten minutes. Poof.
I still get lost in time today, but never while sketching. Nowadays it’s when I’m writing or exploring with my Nikon or immersed in a cool project at work or learning something new. Is it sad that I don’t sketch anymore? When I moved on, was I listening to my heart or was fear keeping me from the pursuit? Did I run from my bliss or did I follow it?
Me, announcing to my nearby cubemates: “Geeesh, I’m going blind working on this survey.”
:: crickets ::
Me, considerably louder: “I didn’t mean that I’m at my desk masturbating, by the way.”
:: crickets ::
:: uncomfortable cough from the cube next door ::
I just love a good collaboration with a fellow artist. Feel free to borrow this image if you need to illustrate a hermaphroditic runner suffering from penile elephantiasis. Who is permanently erect. And has accidentally superglued his hand to….er, himself. And is apparently quite elated about his situation.