As good a time as any to reflect

The new year should have a way of kicking a guy upside the head, stopping him in his tracks to mull over what really matters. It doesn't always do that to this guy. But today it did. I'd like to say I chose to be deliberately reflective. But I didn't. It happened this way: In my role as a volunteer photographer for Hospice of Michigan I received a call from the Hospice Volunteer Manager to see if I'd be willing to put together a little slide show set to music. "Sure," I said. "Who's it for?" (I thought it might be a year-end corporate thing for Hospice to use as a fund-raising tool. And I'd have been happy to do that.) OK, here comes the the gulp moment, the catch in the throat moment that's included with every Hospice assignment. "It's for the parents of a little girl who died last month just before she would have turned six. The parents have a bunch of favorite photos and want them put together with their daughter's favorite songs." Oh. Ohhh.

Shooting theatre. I know how to do that. And I love doing it. But nothing is a greater honor than the Hospice assignments that wobble my knees. 

Happy New Year to all my theatre friends. We are indeed fortunate to be able to do what we do.

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The beauty of the right name

I was talking with a friend the other evening about the process of product naming and it reminded me of the agony of that process during my many years in the corporate world. But after recently photographing "Venus In Fur" at Actors' Theatre, it occurred to me how every so often the right name really does mean something. I don't know who named Actors' Theatre (did you do it, Fred?), but the performances of Ellie Frances and Kyle Los in the production that just opened two nights ago show how apropos the theatre's name is. If you're an adult and you love the power of first-rate performances, don't miss this thoughtfully edgy play. You'll quickly see why the name of the theatre is perfect.


Tentatively tiptoeing into who knows where

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As you can see from the heading at the top of my Blog (Blah-g) page, I'm not sure where this is going. If anywhere. Is it merely the writing equivalent of a tree falling in the forest? If words are thrown into cyberspace and no one is there to read them, are they really real? And even if they are, who cares? Is it a fool's pretense to think I might actually utter something worthwhile? After all, I recently labeled Facebook postings a "cannon fodder of crap." (And that would include some of my own junk). Moreover, will I be able to deliver with some sort of regularity to my postings?

For starters, on this day after Thanksgiving, I want to thank the west Michigan theatre (or should it be "theater?") community for accepting me and my camera into your world over the past couple of years. You've broadened my horizons and challenged me to improve what I do in so many ways. This entire website is evidence of what you've done and what I've learned to do. I am indeed indebted.

Since Sensitography is mostly about photography for the arts (especially theatre) community, I'll mostly focus this blog around photography. And theatre as I see it through a range of f/stops and shutter speeds. But I won't make it techie. I'm not a techie and anyone who is would see through me.

I would really welcome your feedback. You can tell me what you like and what you don't like. But simply knowing that someone out there actually read something would be plenty terrific. And reason enough to keep me blogging for another day. Another week. Or even a month.

We'll see.