Jan 12 2025 Obsessive Creativety
Woke up early today. Had the cameras packed. Batteries charged and labeled. Lenses clean. SD cards loaded, and spares in place in case that was screwed up. And trust me it happens.
The AMCA swap at motorcyclopedia was on my calendar. A swap in itself is awesome but with access to the museum COME ON! The Hudson River Riders chapter knows how to put on an event.
Then I start moving something. Cleaning up this small thing. Make coffee. Make a post cause I ran out of coffee. Which then leads to “ oh shit I gotta start getting those galleries up for the cabs n coffee dudes as I said I would.” That leads to yes I also have stuff for WHADAFUNK sitting in front of me that I have been grilling my brain to come up with something really cool to post with it for them as a collab.
Look at the clock. Oh shit gotta move my ass and get going soon or I wont get the pile in shots at the swap. Then drink coffee. Sidetracked with my morning workout. Yes I workout now. A mix of dumbbells, chair yoga for seniors. Some of the DDP Yoga ( Diamond Dallas Page of WWE fame.) has a yoga for everyday guys so you don’t feel like a fag. Mix that with a book I purchased that is written by Charles Bronson, not the actor but the famous British prisoner. It’s called Solitary Fitness, written by a convict for you to workout with no weights and only what would be available if you were in a jail cell. And of all the stuff I dabble in it will fuckin kick your ass. It’s good. But you need the discipline to stay on it.
While all of this is going on I am not looking at the clock and the 2 hour drive I have to the swapmeet. And dont get me wrong I wanted to go. My buddies from Brooklyn and north Jerez would be there as well as the upstate crowd that I don’t get to see as much the last few years.
Also while having an ongoing chat with a close friend about some stuff on the horizon and some stuff I missed in Asbury Park last night. Which sux but it’s ok.
Sadly the rat race during the week has me fried. And behind on stuff needed around my apt and groceries and a shit ton of other small things that if not done will pile up on next weeks, and what was left from last week. Shoot me now…. lol
Anyway we got to chatting and he shared an upcoming project he has coming. And we spoke on something I shot already with him. And because Im my own critic. I never really liked a ton of the images I shot while I was there and the project was being built.
He agreed about being our worst enemy when you have a passion to create and want to get better and not settle. It was nice to have someone understand my frame of mind for once. He’s a solid dude and my idea to fix getting images out was simple. Load them to the computer and let his eyes, a second pair glance over everything shot and help pick out what he needs to get something going he wants to do.
At this point I came to the conclusion I was not going to the swap. Sorry to those I’ll miss there. With my luck my homey prewar comes out and I’ll curse myself later. But I need to wind down and I need to get some other things done that aren’t camera usage required.
So yes with all this going on and me being all over and not motivated im blogging. It’s my way of clearing some of my head, and getting organized if you will.
My buddy is gonna get out and check out the town for a spell and then cook a nice dinner with his family. Me I gotta go dismantle a friend’s manger then check mail for mom. Then I will grocery shop put groceries away. Lay out dinner.
Then there is a chilly stretch of beach and a San Cristobal with my name on it for my Sunday walk with headphones on. Thanks again Mike the Philbilly for the smokes. These are killer.
Then I’ll come home and make a list of galleries im going to up load and reach out to some folks for them to have access to some stuff I shot. Wedding style.
The conversation was just what the doctor ordered. It’s good knowing that when your a perfectionist for your own needs and creative output you’re not frickin insane or nuts or anti social. It’s just discipline and drive. When you veer from it you beat yourself up with the what if I did more. And when you do to much you question if your pushing to hard and burning out.
FACTS.
