Category: Photography

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Recent Images

I haven’t put up any new images just for the sake of art in some time.  Yesterday, April 23, I was downtown, by the Arch, to photograph an event—ReadMob—and while there I took the opportunity to do some photography for myself.  Here are some of the results.  Hope you like them.

 

 

 

 

 

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Some Tribble Time

Last Friday, the 6th of April, I had the pleasure of being on-stage host to Mr. David Gerrold, writer.  If you’re not familiar with his work…but what am I saying?  Of course you are!  Even if you may not know it.  David Gerrold wrote one of the most loved episodes of the original Star Trek, the marvelous The Trouble With Tribbles. Even those who don’t especially care for the show tend to like that one.

But if that’s all you’re familiar with by him, then I urge you to correct that lack.  David Gerrold is one of the best SF writers in the business.  I pointed that out last Friday to a packed house.

 

Me as host as photographed by Robert S. Greenfield

 

Donna and I had dinner with David prior to the evening’s performance.  We’d met him long ago so could not say we knew him.  Conversation ranged over the map, but kept coming back to writing and voice.  I sometimes find it hard not to go on about how much I liked someone’s work, but the fact is he wrote some stories that stuck in my head, chief among them being The Man Who Folded Himself.  We talked short fiction, novels, politics, the ill-fated St. Louis Worldcon of 1969 (which he attended and I didn’t) and then did a quick tour with the estimable Jenny Heim of the St. Louis Science Center.  The Star Trek exhibit really is very good and it amazed me how much there was, just how long we’ve been living with this fictional universe.

I did a quick minute or two song-and-dance to introduce him, then he took the stage and regaled us with behind-the-scenes stories of working on the original Star Trek and related minutiae (for instance, the episode was initially called A Fuzzy Thing Happened To Me but had to be changed because of a potential conflict with H. Beam Piper’s Little Fuzzy stories).

David Gerrold, April 6th at the St. Louis Science Center, photo by Robert S. Greenfield

I still pay too little attention to the credits on television shows, a habit from a childhood like, probably, most others in which the stars of the show were the most important aspects.  I did not know till that night that he had written one of my favorite episodes of Babylon 5, one called True Believers, which I thought then and still consider one of the most powerful of a strong series.

Anyway, it was a great evening and I am thrilled to have been invited to be part of it.

Oh, and please note—the photographs were taken by Robert S. Greenfield.  You should check out his online galleries.

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Spring, Damp, Coolth

I haven’t done any new images lately, so…

I made these on Bellerive, off of Grand, last Saturday evening after a light rain.

You might wonder what I was doing there.  Well, it was just before the coffeehouse at which I play and of which I just wrote.  I did a few images there, too.  To finish up, here’s one.

Just thought I’d share a little pleasantness before the forthcoming, which may or may not be…stormful.  We’ll see.

 

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Saturday Cat

I don’t do many cat photographs.  Unlike many folks in science fiction and fantasy, I’m not blown away by them.  I’m a dog person.  For one thing, I’m mildly allergic to cats.  For another, it’s hard to take a cat for a walk (which I admit, sometimes, would be a plus).

But they can be marvelously photogenic.  So here is our friend Lucie’s cat, in the hallway of her apartment building, being a most essential cat.

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For the New Year

This took a bit of patience.  For a comparison, here’s a thumbnail of the original:

Basically, this just took a lot of patience to get rid of the phone lines and such.  I shot the original from my backyard and in future I intend to do some further manipulations and other cool stuff.  But I wanted to put something up for the beginning of the year.  Ad Astra!

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Many Lives

This is just very yeah.

When asked why I write, I have many answers, but this captures the entire inner gestalt of why.

Not getting to live all the lives I wanted to. I know what she means. I assumed at one time I would be a writer, an actor, a musician, a producer-director, and all the other things that attach to these ambitions. In a way, I did get to do them, but not the way I thought I would.

Anyway, this is marvelous.