Writing, Photography, and the life lessons I learned from Street Academy
Thought I’d share this picture I recently took on my cell phone. It was early Monday morning, and as I climbed into my car, I flipped open the sunroof and – Oh, look. I gotta get a picture of this. BlackBerry Q10 camera phone at the ready… and… Damn frost. Damn cold. Wish the cold…
Read MoreHe was hiding in the wild overgrowth. He most likely never expected to see another human in his world. And if I hadn’t noticed him in the first place, I might never have caught this picture. Background. Last Saturday, I took three of my cameras – my Nikon Df, my Kodak Medalist (“Kodak Red”) and…
Read MoreSo here’s what’s going on in Spokane, Washington. The head of the local chapter of the NAACP is currently being questioned as to whether or not she is, as she claims to be, a black woman; or is she a white woman pretending to be black. And thus we now have the story of Rachel…
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And for me, my first time was last night. The lightning and thunder cascaded with violent force throughout the Town and Village, and I was mentally bouncing back and forth as to whether I wanted to capture a photo of lightning or not. At some point in time, I should capture a lightning strike. I…
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Here I am at the Canfield Casino in Saratoga Springs. It’s Thursday night, and three of my artworks – my first printed infrared piece, a five-year-old Kodachrome shot, and a picture I took two years ago and completely forgot about – are all on display, along with the artworks of nearly eighty other talented Capital…
Read MoreSummertime is here. Or at least the summer heat is here. Cook, baby, cook. Go out and fry those eggs on the hood of your car. Not my car, mind you. My Blackbird doesn’t cook eggs well. So what’s the best way to combat the heat? Grab a cold drink, sit down in front of…
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The semi-gauzy illumination of the morning fills the cloudy, chilly sky. And deep along the wooden walkways of a small arboretum on the campus of a Central New York private college, I’m hoping that the photos I take this early morning will soothe my troubled, fractured soul. I’m here on the campus of Hamilton College,…
Read MoreIf there was ever a music group that defined anger and uprising and the very heart of punk rock music, it was certainly the Sex Pistols. Okay, does that refresh your memory? Good. The image of the Sex Pistols were of a band rebelling against anything and everything – class structure, the monarchy, all of…
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When your first name is one of the most common Anglo-Saxon names out there, and your last name is one of the ten most common surnames in America, there’s bound to be a few more Chuck Millers out there than one would expect. There’s a professional riding lawn mower racer with that name; there’s a…
Read MoreThis is the God’s honest truth. It’s around maybe 1989, and I’m at a comic book / science fiction fantasy convention at the Thruway Inn in Albany. I’m going through the comic books, I’m flipping through the hand-labeled VHS bootleg tapes, looking for something new and exciting and interesting. “Can I help you?” a woman…
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Chuck The Writer 
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