As an emerging photographer, I thought posting many of my better images on Facebook would be a great way to market my skills and improve SEO. While that may be true, there is a dirty little ‘secret’ hidden in Facebook’s Terms of Service (ToS) that can exploit not only professionals, but anyone uploading intellectual property content to Mr. Zuckerberg’s juggernaut.
In a recent post, I talked about how a 10-year anniversary of an event would be a milestone for me and my son. (Check back in about a week for the conclusion to that story.) But another important anniversary is also on the horizon. A pretty big one, in fact.
It’s funny how certain events can impact your life on many different levels. A moment can be memorable for a specific reason at the time of occurrence, and later turn out to be a pivotal event in ways you never dreamed possible. Confused? I don’t blame you.
OK, I know that in the last post, I said that was the end of the story. And quite honestly, I thought it was. Last Thursday evening, I received an email from someone asking if they could use one of my Joe Nichols photos for a magazine. They had received a link to a small online image gallery from Joe’s
So, before we continue with the final installment of the series, let’s go back to the beginning for a second. At the end of Part 1, I outlined the all the “baby steps” I had worked out to get me from home to Fremont, Fremont to Nashville, Nashville to Minnesota, and Minnesota to Detroit. But the missing link in my
If you’ve been following along with the previous five installments, then you’ve heard plenty of nuts and bolts facts about places, events, and experiences. But what I’ve failed to communicate thus far, is the intangible side of things – my thoughts and feelings. After reading my posts, several friends have commented about how much fun this experience must have been.
Showtime had arrived at the Minnesota State Fair. The seats were filling up. The weather was perfect. Chris rolled the pre-recorded audio montage opener and the band members began taking the stage. At the conclusion of the short intro piece, guitarist Dan Agee seamlessly launched into the pick-up notes for one of Joe’s signature tunes, “Let’s Get Drunk and Fight”,
After arriving in Nashville on Sunday morning, Chris and I headed to Panera to get fueled up for the moving activities of the day. Then, it was off to the U-Haul facility to pick up the rental truck, where I had to endure the unpleasantness of being told I would essentially be BUYING the truck, should anything happen to it.
So the tour bus heads for Nashville from Fremont, OH – about an 8 hour drive. I hang out in the front lounge area of the bus with some of the other guys for a bit, and then head for my bunk. And by bunk, I mean a coffin with a sliding curtain on the side. Yes, these bunks (12
Well, somehow the planets all lined up, or maybe it was the ducks in a row. Whatever. I got the green light to hang with the guys from Joe’s tour. So early on the morning of August 29th, I picked up Chris at Detroit Metro. He was flying in from Philly after doing sound for some shows with Five Times August.The
