Knock on the senior citizens center door and a woman will answer you with a question: Salsa aerobics or camera obscura? Sounding a bit cryptic — almost like there’s some code or Latin phrase required for entry — it turns out, all that’s needed is some form of ID in exchange for a key to the darkened room up a flight of stairs.
Nothing untoward is happening up there. Read More
I was the one who first publicized St. Petersburg’s Church By The Sea as looking like a chicken. Now if you search “Florida Chicken Church” it will pop up internationally. (photo copyright Rodney Curtis/Rodney Curtis.com)
After writing this and posting it on social media, news outlets across the country featured the story.
We’re a photo flash mob.
We’ve done this every year for the past 37 Octobers.
Our founder, Mike Morse, began this endeavor back in the 70s by photographing one-room schoolhouses. They slept in chicken coops and ate baloney sandwiches. Nowadays, we rest at the Sleep Inn and eat smoked pork butt, specially made for us by a fabulous volunteer chef. Those Workshoppers from long ago would be turning over in their graves — if they were dead, that is.
They’re mostly alive, Read More
Imagine being in a room where everyone has had the same shared experience. Some had it decades ago, a few had it less than a year ago like you. Now imagine a whole conference — a symposium if you will — where room after room of people spoke your language, knew what you’ve gone through and showed you, simply by being there, that normal life continues on.
That’s exactly what the past four days presented me with. Celebrating a Second Chance at Life sponsored by bmtinfonet.org threw so much positive energy my way, I didn’t even notice I was sleep deprived and running on Atlanta’s fuel, Coca-Cola. Meeting person after person who dealt with cancer then a bone marrow transplant was one of the best experiences I’ve had over the past year.