I couldn’t sleep. So I took a pack of old Kodak Instamatic 126 film into my dark room (which also doubles as my bathroom after midnight), cracked open the Instamatic cartridge, and rolled the film into some medium format backing paper. I’ll use this for a future photo shoot, somewhere down the road. But while…
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Fragments of finality
I received the death certificate last Thursday. It should have arrived a day earlier, but there was a mix-up at UPS. Well, my father died four months ago, what’s another day to wait? Backstory. Last week, I discovered – right around Father’s Day Weekend – that my biological father, Robert Miller, had passed away in…
Read MoreBobmill: The final story
Every time around this year, around Father’s Day, depression hits me. I am reminded of how many of my friends are celebrating Father’s Day with their beloved fathers – or are posting memories on social media of their beloved fathers who have been called to Glory. I don’t have those memories. My biological father, Robert…
Read MoreWhy I support Kirsten Gillibrand for President (and so should you)!
We’ve got nearly two dozen men and women who have declared their intent to run for the Democratic nomination for President in 2020. And depending on your personal situation, depending on what you want for our future, you might feel that Bernie Sanders or Joe Biden or Elizabeth Warren or Kamala Harris or any of…
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The importance
This morning, I thought about the motivations that keep me going when days are dark. I thought about how difficult it is to persevere through troubles and tribulations. It isn’t easy. It never is. And I’ve made many mistakes along the way. So today, let’s talk about motivations. There are many things that could have…
Read MoreHating what you don’t understand
NOTE: Today’s blog post contains very coarse language and situations. Reader discretion is advised. Even though I don’t have to protect this clown’s identity if I don’t want to … for the balance of this story, you will know him as Art. Art was about three or four years older than me, and when I…
Read MoreHouse of Stairs – the most mind-bending YA novel I’ve ever read
So here’s the plotline. Five young men and women – all orphaned – wake up in a room unlike any other. Staircases that go long distances to nowhere. And a red food machine that will only dispense nutrients if the teenagers perform specific gestures. Forget Hunger Games or Twilight or any of the other dystopian…
Read MoreTranquility
The weather’s going to get warmer. I’m already loading my cameras with film. And I’m off to make those journeys. There are moments in my life where, when I take a picture of an object or a skyline or a horizon or an anything, I imagine a tranquility in my life. It’s something I’ve felt…
Read MoreThe “unfortunately” letter
I’ve learned through the years to accept failure. I don’t have to like it, I don’t have to celebrate it, but I do have to acknowledge it. Failure can mean anything from my photos not getting accepted into a show, to missing out on a trivia competition, to drawing four kings in poker and losing…
Read MoreEyebleach from Wunsapana Farm
Teri Conroy is a very good friend of mine, she operates a hobby farm in Altamont that is home to more than a dozen llamas (along with chickens and an alpaca). With homage to her previous life as a writer of children’s books, she named the farm Wunsapana Farm. Say it five times fast, you’ll…
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