It is odd, every time I see the words in my title I think of when my son was around 2 and would talk about when my wife was pregnant with him, he would tell us tales of the womb with a view, some very fanciful ones. Now that is out of the way I guess I should get on with the writing 101 assignment and stop procrastinating.
I am a homebody at this point of my life and like being nowhere more than here. I spent the first 5 years of my like after leaving home travelling around North, Central and the northern part of Central America. Then later on because of work I spent a few years pretty much living on the road. I always assumed I would be wander but once I decided to get married and have kids my feelings of wanting to roam all the time was very diminished. I still get the urge on occasion, a few years back I awoke one morning packed up my wife, two of my kids and went to the east coast of Canada. I think at first my family thought I was joking but by later that same day we were packed and gone. So although I love being home there is the odd time I still need to just get up and bolt for a bit.
I work from home, my favourite people are at my home so I have little desire to be elsewhere. I have my office setup so I can just turn my chair to the right slightly and I can look out my glass doors and take in the light and environment outside. I am also a people watcher so I can watch and observe people as they wander to and fro. I also think people watching is why I am an urban dweller opposed to a country dweller, I would love a home in both city and country but I can only afford the one abode. I live in the city so I look on to a semi busy secondary street with a yard between me and the sidewalk. When I close the curtains at night it becomes my little cosy hideaway.
My office space at home was put together as I found items I liked over many, many years. The space I use for my office rectangular shape about 18 feet wide and 25 feet long with bright off white paint to reflect the sunlight as it streams in. I decided on a corner desk so I easily look out my windows and have all the things I need hands. I have art all over my walls with much of it being photographs I have taken, a mix of urban architecture and concert photos and they are all B&W. I have two large dark framed cork boards over one end of my desk where I pin all my concert media passes because sometimes as I daydream my eyes will scan over them and bring back a lot of wonderful memories. The cork boards I also use to pin things I want to inspire me or that I am currently working on. I keep a copy of the Canadian bill of rights on my wall to remind of how lucky I am.
My desk has a black leather top and the two areas with the computers, the corner is glass and the shelf over the left hand side has a glass shelf. I have an iMac on one of the sides of the corner desk and other other side I have a space for my laptop. Now the most important part of my office, I have two studio speaker monitors placed so I can perfectly balance music as I listen, this is a must for me. I need music when I work or really just anytime I am awake. I have a bust of Caesar Augustus just because I like it. Some other knick Knacks here and there that are too many to tell you about.
Now for the other furniture , I use 3 milk crates starting from biggest to smallest stacked from the floor for a book shelf. Next to it I have an old crate that was used to ship pots and pans from Australia that I came across with a lid that I keep assorted junk in, I think I like because it looks good and hides all my junk. Beside my desk on the right hand side I have a long work bench that looks like it should be in a shop but it works great for my two printers on the top and on the bottom I can keep my film scanner and my foot locker that is army green but works in the room and it is covered in stickers from bands and other work related products, I use to transport and store my camera equipment in. Now at the end of the shop bench I have a white 6' tall cabinet that I use to house all my film, developing chemicals and equipment and photography related items.
Well for my second writing assignment I found this one harder. I had to force myself and I know that it will need much rework and editing but I am just glad I have not bailed on the course by now, woohoo me, lol. I know the writing assignment suggests we write about being off someplace but I spent a a lot of time at music festivals this summer so I am just glued to being home for a while.
Take Care and Peace,
Joseph
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
Wow only six years for post number two.
Well hi and welcome to this my second blog here. I have joined blogging 101 at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_assignment/101-introduce/. Since this is the first assignment in what I hope will actually this time be at least a weekly blog to go with my new website.
First I guess I should say a little about me. I am in my early fifties, married and have three children whom I love but at the same time drive me around the bend. Even though my children are now adults they are still a large and important part of my life. The reason could be of course they keep moving home, not sure if I should be happy about it that they are around or crying because they are. My wife tolerates my idiosyncrasies and I love her to death for it, although if I take her at face value my death by her hands is imminent. I am a photographer who does fine art and concert photography mostly. I am also an extreme lover of art in all its forms. Music to sculptures and everything in-between I can never seem to get enough of it.
I have been doing photography now for over thirty years and the changes to the business and technology in the time have been nothing but staggering. I think my initial mistake at trying to start a blog was believing that I had enough interest to talk about these changes in photography and in the technical aspects of it. I love being a photographer but I realize that I really have no interest in talking about the process, the tech or most other aspects of it. It is the final product I see from myself and others that interest me. I do enjoy reading the occasional story, blog or post on the technical aspects of my business but for me to blog about it, I realize was just is not for me.
I have done many types of work in my life and from those jobs I know how to build a house from the foundation to the roof. I am extremely computer literate and can build and fix computers. I have been on the board of non profit art gallery, the curator of an erotic art gallery (my erotic writings at the time were how I ended up meeting the owners). I can fix and rebuild cars and too many other things to list. All through this I have either done photography as full-time or part-time profession.
I want to blog because I miss writing. I used to write all the time, I would write my wife long, long letters. I would write stories that she would share and people would love. Than one day I am not sure why it all just stopped. I even wrote a children's book and a book of poetry in my younger days that were both published by a small publisher. Like photography I find writing cathartic and when I see the final product pride. I think what failed me with my first blog attempt was trying to write about things I really had no interest in. I spent too much time thinking about the end product and did not do what I enjoy and that is diving in to my passions and let my instincts take over. It seems when I do it that way I usually end up with things I love and I am proud of. It may not work for others but it had never failed me before. I am trying to get back to trusting my instincts and reverse the over thinking.
I believe that I had a major creative roadblock, after my failed attempt at a blog, my cessation of writing eventually affected all my creative processes that also included photography. I kept doing it but something was missing and I was never able to put my finger on. I still found the work I produced satisfying but just something was missing. I think I never thought I would have the creative block as I ended up having, it was not supposed to happen to me because in the first twenty five years it hadn't and not knowing what a creative block was I think I just assumed it would not happen to me but then one day wham, there it is.
I know this post is all over the place and probably with some contradicting thoughts and ideas but I just let my fingers go on this. I know the writing is atrocious and maybe even a bit banal but I need to just get at it and stop overthinking it. So thanks for reading post number two here and for the six year wait I am sure this was not worth the wait.
Take Care and Peace,
Joseph
First I guess I should say a little about me. I am in my early fifties, married and have three children whom I love but at the same time drive me around the bend. Even though my children are now adults they are still a large and important part of my life. The reason could be of course they keep moving home, not sure if I should be happy about it that they are around or crying because they are. My wife tolerates my idiosyncrasies and I love her to death for it, although if I take her at face value my death by her hands is imminent. I am a photographer who does fine art and concert photography mostly. I am also an extreme lover of art in all its forms. Music to sculptures and everything in-between I can never seem to get enough of it.
I have been doing photography now for over thirty years and the changes to the business and technology in the time have been nothing but staggering. I think my initial mistake at trying to start a blog was believing that I had enough interest to talk about these changes in photography and in the technical aspects of it. I love being a photographer but I realize that I really have no interest in talking about the process, the tech or most other aspects of it. It is the final product I see from myself and others that interest me. I do enjoy reading the occasional story, blog or post on the technical aspects of my business but for me to blog about it, I realize was just is not for me.
I have done many types of work in my life and from those jobs I know how to build a house from the foundation to the roof. I am extremely computer literate and can build and fix computers. I have been on the board of non profit art gallery, the curator of an erotic art gallery (my erotic writings at the time were how I ended up meeting the owners). I can fix and rebuild cars and too many other things to list. All through this I have either done photography as full-time or part-time profession.
I want to blog because I miss writing. I used to write all the time, I would write my wife long, long letters. I would write stories that she would share and people would love. Than one day I am not sure why it all just stopped. I even wrote a children's book and a book of poetry in my younger days that were both published by a small publisher. Like photography I find writing cathartic and when I see the final product pride. I think what failed me with my first blog attempt was trying to write about things I really had no interest in. I spent too much time thinking about the end product and did not do what I enjoy and that is diving in to my passions and let my instincts take over. It seems when I do it that way I usually end up with things I love and I am proud of. It may not work for others but it had never failed me before. I am trying to get back to trusting my instincts and reverse the over thinking.
I believe that I had a major creative roadblock, after my failed attempt at a blog, my cessation of writing eventually affected all my creative processes that also included photography. I kept doing it but something was missing and I was never able to put my finger on. I still found the work I produced satisfying but just something was missing. I think I never thought I would have the creative block as I ended up having, it was not supposed to happen to me because in the first twenty five years it hadn't and not knowing what a creative block was I think I just assumed it would not happen to me but then one day wham, there it is.
I know this post is all over the place and probably with some contradicting thoughts and ideas but I just let my fingers go on this. I know the writing is atrocious and maybe even a bit banal but I need to just get at it and stop overthinking it. So thanks for reading post number two here and for the six year wait I am sure this was not worth the wait.
Take Care and Peace,
Joseph
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