I’m ThisClose to Becoming a Dirty Hippie

The Auto Show wore me out. I mostly forget that I have RA these days. I have this baseline amount of pain that’s really quite tolerable. It keeps me from doing stupid things like handstands but it’s not enough to remind me that holding this camera for six hours will hurt my wrists. When I say “hurt” I don’t mean ache. I mean the kind of searing pain that makes you want to cry like a 3 year old. When I overuse my hands they go cold and then they …

You’re Not Media You Can’t Come In

I spent the day at the LA Auto Show. This is my sixth or seventh year where I’ve attended as credentialed media and it’s the first year where I felt like I had a valid plan of attack. I decided to skip the press conferences and to pick one car from each manufacturer to photograph and follow up on at a later date. The best laid plans… I have to confess that I got incredibly distracted once I hit the Convention Center floor. There were only three Bentleys and I …

Ch-ch-ch-changes

For the past few months all I’ve been able to think about is how to change blogging. Well, not how to change blogging, but rather how to change my blog into something that is satisfying both as a writer and for you the reader. I think I’ve come up with a really great solution and I’m pretty sure it will make people happy. The people being you and me. I’m hoping to have something wonderful to unveil in the new year. I’m equal parts terrified and thrilled.

Now I Just Need an Extra $200,000

When Steven asked me if I wanted to go flying with him I didn’t ask where we were going. I didn’t care. The last time I was in a small plane a truly small plane, smaller than commercial, was September 17, 1995. One of the men I worked with had a small plane and he took his wife, a friend of mine and me to Nevada for the weekend. It was an old plane and a slow plane but he loved it and we all fit comfortably, had a decadent …