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Welcome to Our New Year

Happy NEW Year. Long interesting read: https://www.theburningplatform.com/ He out analyzed me. I think that he may be correct for much of it, as well. This from the article: However, the quality of the oil skewed the equation of “oil independence.” Shale oil tended to be ultra-light oil, composed mostly of gasoline-grade distillates. Fine, America uses a lot of gasoline because we drive everywhere and incessantly so. The trouble is, shale oil contains little of the crucial heavier distillates: diesel fuel, which the trucking industry and heavy machinery depends on, aviation fuel (basically kerosene), and bunker

Another Year: NYE

The Holidays seem to never change much in our family. Generally speaking, they are a time of deep reflection and great personal growth. It has always been this way. I am not sure if it is because so many in the tribe were born this time of year, or what, exactly. But it has become an unsought tradition: that of looking inward and subtly shifting focus, often with dramatic results. As Creatives it is an obligation to do so: set our house in order. So that the work we produce may be a benefit to others, and not just

Prologue

Not many could say it better than Seth Godin does in his blog today as we stare down the barrel of the new year and change we must render. So as I round out the holiday season this year it will be by taking a short respite, and then a look at my process as an artist and business owner. Many of us are necessary to implement lasting change and progress. In this year, may we all engage together, more efficiently and with a clear sense of purpose. The storms always pass. Massive Attack

Swell Five and the Marathon Man

It was o dark thirty on the second day of swell event number five on the Gold Coast, in the middle of the El Nino 2009-2010 season. I was gingerly working my way down the spiral stairway which leads down from the aerie which is the loft bedroom that overlooks one of the beaches I shoot all of the time. Under my left arm was my Macbook Pro. In my right hand my cel phone. Quietly, carefully, I padded down the bamboo shod steps, and my right hand exploded in song. Deftly I snapped the cel phone open. Chuck Patterson

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