Storylog

Month: March, 2008

What makes a great portrait?

When discussing what “makes” a great portrait with Exposure Compensation‘s Miguel Garcia-Guzman, we quickly realized that we couldn’t really agree on much. So we figured we might as well ask some other people, and we sent out an email to a large number of photographers, fine art and commercial, bloggers, curators, editors, and gallerists: “What [...]

The Mystery Cave from Ted’s Caving Page

After a quick Google search, I found out that this story is fiction. The way in which it was originally presented led me to believe that it was authentic. Click here to download the original PDF (updated, works now) version of the story, written in 1987 by Thomas Lera. I will research the stories I post [...]

Parallel Play

My second-grade teacher never liked me much, and one assignment I turned in annoyed her so extravagantly that the red pencil with which she scrawled “See me!” broke through the lined paper. Our class had been asked to write about a recent field trip, and, as was so often the case in those days, I [...]

Life and death

One morning twenty years ago this month, I opened the front section of the Washington Post and read that my friend Stephen Peter Morin had been executed by the state of Texas for capital murder. There are two reasons that that sentence, while accurate, felt awkward to write. First reason: it has been a long [...]

Landon hates mace

Landon. It’s hard not to say that I truly loved this kid. I first met him actually before I was a police officer. Before I became a cop I was a Loss Prevention Manager for a local Wal-Mart. His mother worked at the store, and quite often her husband would bring their son, Landon, in. [...]

The horror of blimps

Last week while traveling I stopped at a Zany Brainy store and saw that they had a blimp for sale. It’s called Airship Earth, and it’s a great big balloon with a map of the Earth on it, and two propellers hanging from the bottom. You blow up the balloon with helium put batteries in [...]

Lucy the Girl in the Window

I once worked in an office that was separated from the building opposite by a narrow road. All the windows on that side of the building were chest high so you could only look out if you stood up. There was nothing to see really except the second floor of the building opposite. Every morning [...]