Framing the Sound

Tag: writing

  • Between Light and Sound

    Photography and music are the two most important pursuits in my life—though calling them “hobbies” doesn’t quite do them justice. They both demand focus, creativity, and time. And while I’d love to do them simultaneously, that’s not exactly possible (though it would be pretty great if it were). Finding enough time for each is always a challenge.

    It’s been a little over a month since returning home from our Epic Journey West, and I still haven’t been out with my camera. My Martin D-28 has stayed in its case, untouched. Most of my time has gone into culling (and editing a few) photos from the four National Parks we visited. I took more than 1,700 images—many duplicates (I shot nearly 100 frames of the iconic Moulton Barn in Jackson Hole), a few out of focus, and some that just didn’t work.

    This winter, I’m hoping to finally finish the culling process and carve out some time to pick up my guitar again—maybe even do a little recording with my two sons.

    I’ve also been dedicating time to take part in Blake Rudis’s Vision Session video series. My session is the final one in a set of six and will be available for f.64 Elite members to view in December. The Vision Session series will continue into 2026, featuring more members and their creative journeys.

    I plan to share a detailed post soon about The Vision Sessions and why they matter. Consider subscribing so you won’t miss it!

    View from inside the Chapel of the Transfiguration, Teton County, Wyoming

  • Looking Back at My Love/Hate Relationship with Open Mic Nights

    Before “open mic night” was the thing where you nervously clutch a guitar (or your courage) while waiting for your name to be called, it was just a microphone in a coffeehouse, open to whoever dared step up. The tradition grew out of the 1950s–60s folk revival — places like Greenwich Village’s Café Wha? and The Gaslight Café, where singer-songwriters could play a couple songs, pass the hat, and maybe get noticed. By the 1970s, comedy clubs borrowed the idea, giving stand-up hopefuls a shot in front of real, often merciless, audiences. Fast-forward to today, and open mics have sprawled into every kind of venue imaginable — bars, bookstores, breweries, even Zoom rooms — still serving up that same unpredictable mix of brilliance, awkwardness, and “what just happened?” that keeps both performers and audiences coming back.

    And here’s where my love/hate thing kicks in. On the love side, there’s nothing quite like the adrenaline rush of playing to a room full of strangers who are actually listening. You can feel the collective heartbeat of the crowd, even if it’s only twelve people sipping lattes or nursing craft beers. There’s the thrill of meeting other performers — swapping stories, guitar picks, or mutual encouragement in the corner while someone on stage is absolutely nailing it.

    But then… there’s the hate side. The sound guy disappears mid-song. The guy ahead of you does a 12-minute free-form harmonica solo. The crowd thins to just the bartender and your cousin by the time you finally get called. And let’s not forget the mic that smells faintly of beer breath and mystery.

    Still, for all the unpredictability — the good, the bad, and the baffling — those nights left their mark. Somewhere between the awkward silences and the magic moments, I learned that open mics aren’t just about performing. They’re about belonging to this oddball little tribe of people who can’t help but put themselves out there, one shaky song or risky joke at a time.

    So maybe that’s why, even though I don’t go to open mic nights anymore, I still think about them. They were messy, unpredictable, and occasionally ego-bruising, but they were also where the sparks happened. Where I learned to roll with a dead mic, win over a distracted crowd, and sometimes, just sometimes, surprise myself. Love them or hate them, open mics are a reminder that art isn’t meant to stay safe at home; it’s meant to be shared, out loud, in all its imperfect glory.

  • Inconsistent

    I’m wondering if I should set a reminder to write weekly. I’ve thought about doing this before as I’m a very inconsistent blogger. Do you use weekly or monthly reminders to help you structure a consistent pattern of doing something? It’s said that it takes approximately 60 days for any function or exercise to become a habit.

    Writing daily, a paragraph or two, for 60 days would then become a habit? I should probably set the reminder and give it a try. I’d need to decide on the best time, day or night? And what hour of the day or night? What media, pen and paper? If pen and paper, I’d need to digitize it here afterwards. Or not. If not, what’s the purpose of blogging?

    So many questions, so few answers. Unless I decide to just do it.

    Dayton Normal School (now closed)

  • Dealing with Disappointment

    I suppose there are many different ways one can handle it, positive and negative. It may need to be measured in some form or fashion before you can choose how to deal with it. Life here on Pale Blue Dot is so full of them that it becomes second nature to either accept them and move on, or ignore them and move on. Either method can be both subjective and objective at the same time.

    It’s disappointing to not be chosen for a position on the high school basketball or football team. Especially if you think you’re good enough. You wonder why it wasn’t noticed at tryouts. You watched and learned many different moves and strategies for the game, you’ve practiced and played with friends at the local park during summer. They all seemed to think you were quite good.

    I wasn’t chose, but that has no effect on those that were. They might be thinking it was best for the team that I wasn’t picked. They might’ve noticed my method of handling the ball looked a little awkward, or I was just a little too slow running the 50-yard dash. Their views and opinions are completely objective to me, my opinion of myself is what should matter for being picked, right?

    Perhaps. If you show that you are okay upon discovering that you weren’t picked, if you can come to grips with what is probably better for the team, if you can tell yourself “next time.” And keep believing that there will be a next time.

    Life is full of choices, and I understand that sometimes not being chosen is best for the team. But handling the disappointment within is not a team effort, you are the only one that can take care of that. Just know that there’s always a next time.

  • Need vs. Want

    I’ve asked myself that question many times and it’s a tough one to answer. You’ve probably heard of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs:

    • Physiological needs – water, food, shelter, etc.
    • Safety needs – personal security, employment, health.
    • Love and Belonging – family, friends, intimacy.
    • Esteem – respect, self-esteem, status.
    • Self-actualization – the desire to be all you can be.

    It’s quite interesting that Maslow narrowed it down to five crucial needs, but when you look at each separately there’re many facets of what a need truly is. And each of us have many different kinds of needs that are individually important.

    I might need a new pair of shoes, but my old ones still fit regardless of the fact that one has a hole in the sole. You could say this isn’t really a need, it’s a want because no one can see the hole. The shoe still fits perfectly and if I avoid walking where there might be glass or other sharp objects, the shoe still does what a shoe does.

    Wants are far more subjective than needs which makes them harder to identify because they’re more personal to how we want to live and what living comfortably means. A new pair of shoes would make me feel better about myself because, well, they’re new and maybe more noticeable and folks might think I’m pretty hip because I’m wearing the latest style.

    On the other hand, my need for a new pair becomes a lot more relevant than wearing the latest style if I’m sitting at a restaurant, with my leg on top of my knee and the shoe with the hole in the sole is visible. I’m sure folks who notice would think to themselves “that fella needs a new pair of shoes.”

    I was discussing this need/want topic with my wife recently who’s thinking about purchasing a want. We’re both retired, and unfortunately haven’t met the “$1,000,000” figure often mentioned (as a need for retirement) by financial planners. I look for reasons to justify a want purchase by looking at our needs. Have all five been met?

    If you can answer yes, then I say go ahead with the want purchase. If you’re like us, you’ll have a common sense discussion and come to a mutual agreement. Or not. (I just thought I needed to add that little negaitve aspect whether I wanted to or not.)

    My new pair of barefoot shoes by Hike that I’ve wanted for some time but didn’t need.

  • Being told you have high cholesterol…

    I’m certain there are worse things you could be told by your doctor and it’s not my intent to minimalize serious health conditions. My intent here then, is to cry in my beer!

    I love donut holes, I get mine, well, used to get mine at the local Walmart. They’re bite size and you can choose glazed, plain, blueberry, and on occasion I’ve seen them with powdered sugar. I’ve not counted but there’s probably around 20 or 30 of the delicious little holes per package.

    I trashed the last few that was left after I got home from seeing my doctor. I gave serious consideration to have just one more but decided against it.

    There are other things that can contribute to high cholesterol, take my blood pressure medication…yes, they can make it worse. But I’m not going to stop taking my bp medicine. I have a plan that I know will help lower my high cholesterol.

    Get off my ass and get out in nature! Exercise more! But unfortunately it’ll have to wait till warm weather returns. I can’t function outside during winter. So, I’m hoping the disappearance of donut holes will lower my cholesterol a little until I can tackle it with better armor this spring!

    Red Bellied Woodpecker looking like it has high cholesterol.

  • Valentine’s Day

    Valentine’s Day

    He was a saint it’s said. I guess if you were around back then you probably would’ve been very lucky to have him as a friend. After all, love is kind of related to St. Valentine and the day named after him. Christian folk are especially familiar with St. Valentine, but as is the case with a lot of traditional holidays, the meaning behind it often gets lost in candy and toys.

    I often overlook the meaning behind Christian holidays. I’m guilty of wanting this or that for Christmas instead of giving serious thought to what it’s really all about – the birth of Jesus Christ. I’m guilty of forgetting to give thanks at Thanksgiving, I instead load more mashed potatoes and turkey on top of what’s already on my plate.

    I forget the meaning of Easter shortly after sunrise, and before noon I’m grabbing a handfull of jelly beans in one hand and several candy marshmallow bunnies in the other. Washing it all down with my favorite hazy IPA. Halloween is another holiday that for me has lost all meaning except for how many candy orange slices I can eat before having to clean out the melted sugar that gets stuck to my gums and teeth.

    I should probably make a few changes and try to remember the “why” behind those holidays. But at my age that just doesn’t make much sense. Or if it does, I’ll probably forget what it was.

  • Sunday Funday?

    I used to write every Sunday over at my website and then email the link to my loyal readers. Doing so has gotten to be a little bit of a pain in the patooty as I have to email the link after writing. Also, folks didn’t have the capability to make direct comments as that feature isn’t available on my website unless I want to upgrade to a more expensive plan. I added a page on my website where folks could make a comment using a simple form and I’d get notified. It should be easy peasy commenting here instead of how you commented using the form on my website.  

     Another thing I used to do was blog right here. I wrote often and included photos. Back then I wrote about gardening mostly as I was a gardening columnust for a local paper. The paper is still published and I’d still be writing my column if not for all the free stuff “out there” these days. But there’s no more weekly gardening articles in that paper, just a seasonal piece compiled from “out there.”

    As implied by the name of my blog, my aim is to write about photogaphy and music. And probalby a bunch of other stuff too, because I have a creative itch that always needs scratched.

  • Starting Over

    I should have kept my Blogger blog from years ago. Learning how to do this all over again at my age is kind of daunting. I’m not up to snuff on being a YouTube creator either. But there’s a weird need I have for doing this creative stuff. There’s two other hobbies besides photography that I’ve been doing much longer than YouTube and making photos: playing guitar and gardening.
    Lots of things then, for me to write/blog about. Why don’t I stop saying “blog?” I’ve never liked the sound nor the look of that word. I’m going to call myself a writer, not a blogger. A writer, a photographer, a musician, and a gardener. Why don’t I combine all four of those and start writing about “wriphomugar?” And if you didn’t know, writers have the authority to make up words.