Sunday, August 23, 2026

You can't have Life in Little Pieces without the little pieces!


Life and It's Little Pieces


The Little Pieces























I have been making images for 30+ years.  I have shared my very first image a few times:

This is my Dad and Bein our Seal Point Siamese kitty.  He (Bein) lived for 18 years and was a wonderful "little brother" to me (I am the youngest of 3).
 
Few Photogs have the honor of showing off their very first image but thanks to my Dad I have it.  Dad was also my tutor for many things including photography.  This image wouldn't win any awards but is technically correct.  No flash, ASA 100, Shutter at 1/60th sec. and an aperture setting of 8 or 11.  These are all important basics to understand when using a manual film camera like the Voigtländer Vito Automatic. 


Thursday, June 26, 2014

Choose A Job You Love...

Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life
- Confucius

“Oh man, this one kills me. It’s so frequently repeated that hardly anyone questions its truth anymore. And the sad fact is this: If you do what you love for a living, you’ll probably end up loving it a little bit less.”

- An excerpt from Bad Career Advice: Do What You Love and You'll Never Work a Day
 - Chrissy Scivicque Forbes Contributor


LIFE AND LOVE


I love taking pictures.  I have loved it since I began when I was 15 years old when my Dad began teaching me the finer points of the art, “People are the most important, Larry.  You have to have people in the shot…”  That was his thoughts on the subject and I have remembered that all my life.


Bob and Deb Martinez
Michaela Bonnett



Scott and Jill Stocking Wedding


He has never been one for landscapes.  “In years you'll see that and think, ‘why did I take that?’” Sometimes that is true; people are a great way to “date” an image or show scale or flag a memory.




  


 Dad and I pursued photography for different reasons.  He was fascinated with the science parts.  He told me on the occasion of giving me his collection of negatives.  He made all of his “machines” himself.  He would go the public library and read about how to do it then he would make the items he needed, pinhole camera, enlarging box (most if not all of his were contact prints, those are prints made by placing the negative directly on the light sensitive paper and exposing that to light of some kind).  He would buy his chemistry by mail order and paper too.  His darkroom was a corner of the attic of the house in which he lived.  His paper route financed most of these purchases.  His images are, frankly, excellent.  They depict life in the 40’s and 50’s in rural and small town Nebraska.  This whole activity, mind you, by a kid during the depression era.  I think it is amazing!  I am so fortunate to have possession of this collection.



Charles Augustus and Ella Anderson
with Mary Lou Taddiken
Netty Timm with Bob, Roger
and Ortrude Anderson

Charles Guy Anderson - State Safety Patrol





Now, I got interested in it, not for the science but because my Dad was into it.  He was usually very technical about it.  I learned to shoot on a 1956 Voigtländer Vito Automatic viewfinder 35mm camera (which I have proudly added to my camera collection along with several of Dad’s other cameras).  Dad bought it in Germany when he was in the service.  Some of you will understand that learning on this camera proposed a few issues but others will have no clue as to what it even is.



Voigtländer Vito Automatic
Bob Anderson circa 1956 - Frankfurt,
Germany


Some may even wonder where the “card” goes.  This is a very manual, small compact film camera with an amazing kind of shutter (I will discuss shutters in a post to come later) and a unique metering system invented by Voigtländer that never really caught on ( I will also cover metering in a post to come).   

This want to “do what Dad does” developed (no pun intended) into the love of imaging I have today. I am proud of my skill and have it validated most times when I show my work.  I have photographed many things, people, events etc. in my struggle to “do what I love” but never really achieving the ongoing every day kind of business I had hoped. 


 

   


 “To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.”
- Polonius to Laertes, Hamlet Act 1, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare

This is frustrating but I also know myself pretty well and realize I don’t have the drive and the smarts to pursue it the way it needs to be pursued.  Hell, I don’t even blog the way I should.  What a cop out, I know.  My best advice to young people, I know is, “Do great things”.  I mean they should not let conventional thinking get in their way in choosing a career or life’s passion.  I had so many “blocks” on my brain when I was younger and wish to let folks know that there are no rules when it comes to your development and pursuing what you want out of life.  Regrets benefit NO ONE!!   


Is There A Point To This

I have also found that people like to read short blogs (I do too).  So, yes the point.  Just one of the many thoughts I have had, or maybe more of a justification.  I know too many pros that have stopped shooting because the joy has gone out of it and it becomes work.  I don’t want that to happen.  I have too much time, energy and money wrapped up in this for me to stop being interested in it.  Oh and yes even my Dad lost his fascination with photography but he did move on to another science he loves, computers and at the age of 70 some he built the very computer I write this post on!  Very cool.  So there it is more pieces thrown on to the blank page; little pieces as they may be, it’s all life!


  

   





Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Coffee's for Closers

It has been a while since I posted anything.  This will be short.  I just signed up for Twitter.  Largely because Dad did and I was curious.  Well they suspended for an unknown reason so maybe I will just delete it.  I will see what their Support says.  Life is weird sometimes.  After being not so busy in the winter to a sudden upturn in activities for which it seems I have no time.  Time is my personal nemesis.  It has caused anxiety and lack of clarity in thoughts.  Just some more of those pieces of life, I guess.

Humor

I was blessed with a certain degree of humor.  My brother-in-law Joe was in town for a visit recently.  He and I have an interesting relationship; we dont know what to make of each other.  Anyway, he was saying good bye the the group one night, I could have sworn he said, "I'll be annoyed by you all tomorrow..." That struck me as a very funny salutation, so out of character for me I actually laughed loudly.  Getting strange glances by most that were in the group, I regained my composure.  I then realized he had some something completely normal like I'll see you all later...  Ooops joke's on me... LOL!

A B C: Always Be Closing -

A great line from Glengary Glenross by Alec Baldwin.  Great in that it became the moto of every bad sales manager in the world and also good as it describes the current spot in this blog where I end.  So my question to those that subscribe to the ABC method,  when was the last time you actually sold anything?   And as I close this short imageless post.   Just another piece to add to the enormous puzzle that is life!

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Successful People


Success Should Be Measured in More Than Material Wealth

I am amazed by successful people and I like to associate with as many as I can.  I found out late in life that surrounding yourself with them makes for great conversation and positive uplift.   I am very fortunate to be able to meet so many successful people and be a part of their lives.  I find that most of them are very similar in their approach to life.  I have also found that some of them don’t realize they are among those I refer to as successful. 
 

“Get Out Of Line…” – John Pinette

 When I was growing up it was important for me to be liked, to be noticed and most of all be taken seriously.  I am the youngest of three so the noticed thing was sometimes difficult because I was “just the annoying little brother”.  I really had no method to my madness but just to be me (and maybe emulate those I found funny).  Two schools of thought prevail in child family order: #1) The first child gets privileges as he grows up and consequently (being a child) they betray the trust of parents causing more strictness to follow for the next child and then growing in exponents as the birth order continues; and #2) Parents strictness lessens and lessens till the last child “gets away” with “murder”.  It depends on your birth order as a child which school of thought you adhere to.  One challenge to this thought is the “middle child syndrome”.  This “syndrome” where it is mostly given “rolled eyes” is felt by all who lug it around.  I don’t profess to understand it but I do know that a side effect of this “syndrome” is instigation!  That’s right, you middle children are all instigators of trouble!   You only children, well you never where in line so, whatever!   
 

I find though, that success has no real birth order.  Those successful people are all over the board.   Now I have met my share of celebrities.  I have met all types’ national, regional and local celebrities alike.  I will say that the vast majority of them have been disappointing to me; not that it matters to them they are successful whether I like them or not and whether they are jackasses or not.  They may be celebrities because of this, but more over I think they have reached that pinnacle of success because of drive, luck and a really, really thick skin.  I recently saw a picture of Bryan Cranston “in disguise” walking the streets in New York.  He was wearing a ball cap and sunglasses.  A funny disguise but, hey I wouldn’t have recognized him.  They all have their public, outward face and then their “I’m just walking to somewhere important” face.   I am writing though, about successful people and not only celebrities.
 

That being said let’s talk about a commercial
 

While I am referring to success on all levels I will exemplify my point of this blog by recalling parts of a commercial.  I don’t remember what the commercial was for or even the particulars of the commercial.  I was just taken by one part.  This commercial had Justin Timberlake in it as himself; he was knocking on a person’s door to surprise her.  She was very surprised and made the obligatory hand over mouth gesture because she very definitely recognized him.  She really didn’t know what to do at that point.  He offered his hand for shaking and said, “Hi, I’m Justin.”  What?  Well of course you are, you are Justin Timberlake.  Anyone of an age will know that.  You are a superstar performer and actor.  “Hi, I’m Justin”?  Really?  Yes, really!  These two people had never met,  he didn’t know her from a certain pet donkey;  and she had never met him, that’s right; she stood there recognizing maybe an idol of her's and fawning over the fact he was at her door but she had never met him.  What a great kid, he took control of a situation with a simple introduction.  I really respect that.  Now it might have been scripted, or set up but man did it look like a real interaction. 
 

Let’s Bring it Back to the Point
 

Now it is not uncommon to meet local celebrities out and about in the Omaha area and I have met Governors and Senators.  I have booed Congressmen and I have exchanged niceties with Mayors.   All manner of local celebrities I have met.  On a recent viewing of a play at the Omaha Community Playhouse, I got a chance to meet another.  Dave Wingert has been a local Radio Personality of decades in Omaha.  He can’t be that much older than I am because he doesn’t look it.  Being that I can’t resist the urge to meet these folks, I very immaturely hollered out in his direction as he was making salutations to a friend, “Aren’t you Dave Wigert?”  He may have heard me but he didn’t make it evident.  He turned away from his friend and started walking.  I repeated my boorish question a little louder as I approached him.  Suddenly I realized this might be a bit unsettling in a poorly lit parking lot, I smiled and held out my hand.  He accepted my hand shake as he spun to meet my smile.  I said some filler words about being a fan.  He replied by saying, “And your name?” still shaking my hand.  I finished my ridiculous rhetoric, trying not to seem like I was a threat.  He again repeated, “And your name?”.  I replied with the appropriate response and he replied, “oh, thank you.”   This exchange struck me as a parallel to the above JT story.  I assumed it to be unimportant to him to introduce myself; he deemed it important for us both to know each other’s names.  It was rude of me to assume what I did, and it was so very appropriate for him to react the way he did.   He was gracious and engaged in the conversation and I walked away feeling better about my evening because of it.  Now, I am not a follower of his nor would I say I am even an avid listener but I am aware of him and his career.  I have a new respect for him.  I count him as a successful person I have met and I liked that he wasn’t a jerk to me, as I feel I may have been one to him.

Success can be measured in a broad way.  Some choose to beleaguer it narrowly, though.  That is a mistake.   Success is fun, happy and it should be celebrated.  Those folks I have met that are successful (I count myself in that category too) have two sides.  One that is an expression of their station and confidence in life and the other is when relating how they came to the success.  Hard work, perseverance and pushing themselves are always among those attributes.  They also have a straight forward idea of, “If you’re not willing to work for it, don’t bother even trying it”.  I love this side, this candor that I have benefited from hearing.  I realized it after seeing this side of success for the first time, from a young male model when I asked him if he worked out.  He obviously saw this sexy fat man as being unprepared for the work involved in acquiring a physique like his and addressed my question with a bit of disdain.  I was naturally a bit offended by his answer but realized I had asked the question and should have been prepared for the answer however it was given; plus he might have thought I was hitting on him.  Just another few little pieces of life.    

Friday, March 14, 2014

Hear That Train a Comin’








Hear That Train a Comin’

In a previous post I recommended not vacationing with your parents or parents-in-law in the same motor home!  I stand by that; what that leaves is the availability to vacation with parents and parents-in-law by any other way then in the same motor home.  Ok, so now that we have the logic out of the way we can delve into the story.

Joan Anderson
Bob Anderson
A few years ago (2008) my mother had a great idea; since they live in Colorado and we hardly ever see their home and yard in the spring and summer, why don’t we come visit and then we will go traveling in Colorado.  Not a long trip but maybe 4 days or so.  She would check into some travel destinations and we would check for hotel rooms since we had an “in” at our favorite accommodator (Marriott).   In passing amusement we considered separate vehicles, but put that aside as we were sure us driving our rental car would suffice.   We humorously refer to this trip as the Train Vacation because we were on a lot of trains (Ok, 2 trains but that can seem like a lot if you rarely take trains).  It was fun and exciting and we saw some amazing scenery and had some great laughs!  I would do it again.
Mary Anderson
David Anderson
 
 


 
 
It’s all a matter of scale
 
You can’t imagine the scale of things from any vantage point in the gorge and I was amazed at how beautiful it was as we rode along the rails.  A viewing car was part of the experience; it was a converted flatbed car with railings.  It was a Wow experience riding that car during the trip.



*The Royal Gorge (also Grand Canyon of the Arkansas) is a canyon on the Arkansas River near Cañon City, Colorado. With a width of 50 feet (15 m) at its base and a few hundred feet at its top, and a depth of 1,250 feet (380 m) in places, the 10-mile-long canyon is a narrow, steep gorge through the granite of Fremont Peak. It is one of the deepest canyons in Colorado.

The train started with a jolt and we began our adventure.  In the beginning it is like a beautiful prairie, long and short grasses, flowers and various plants.  Some old implements were strewn along the side of the track.  Remnants of buildings could be seen.  Then more rocks started to appear, then sheer cliffs rising to the beautiful blue sky.  awesome multicolored granite said to be 1.5 billion years old streams past you and blurs as it whizzes by even at sightseeing speeds.   
 
 
 
This gorge has an interesting and deep history, it has been an attraction for more than a century and this train line was installed in the mid to late 19th century.   On this day though, in the middle of August, the weather was perfect for this trip.
The train winds parallel to the Arkansas river.  It is wild and beautiful.  As part of this grand sight's history is the  that the gorge was being cut as the mountains that surround it were being pushed skyward.  The river reportedly cuts a foot every 2500 years.  
As written above, it is a matter of scale. 

This trip was a wonderful experience and we speak of it often.  The Colorado Springs and Canon City areas are clearly my favorite spots in Colorado.  My mother is from Canon City, originally being born in Trinidad, CO.  We visited this area many times when I was growing up but I had never rode the Royal Gorge train.  I recommend visiting this sight to everyone.  Unfortunately, this was one of the areas devastated by wild fires recently so the Royal Gorge Bridge Park was very nearly  destroyed. 

*On June 12, 2013, the Royal Gorge Bridge and Park was devastated by a wildfire. While the bridge suffered only minimal damage (some wooden deck planks burned), all but four of the park's 52 buildings were destroyed.  The Incline Railway was severely damaged and the Aerial Tram was destroyed.   Park executives announced on June 13 that the bridge will be repaired and the park rebuilt, but there was no timeline for reopening the bridge and/or park.

 (* information from Wikipedia)

 
 
Wrap it up!
 
I don’t intend this blog to be a vacation blog so let me not lose you.  This trip included other wonderful sights such as the Pikes Peak Cog Rail, Red Rocks ampa-theater, Garden of the Gods and then topped off with a trip to Cripple Creek and casinos.  It was an amazing journey.  I will write more about the trip in later blogs.  We were able to get some fantastic images.  The idea I walk away with from this excerpt of this trip is that our time here on earth is short and seemingly unremarkable in the grand scheme of things.  50 years out of billions of years might mean nothing from the perspective of time.  It takes a river 25 centuries to make only a foot of headway against rock.   Every pebble though, meant progress and changed the landscape.  That is truly Life in Little Pieces. 
 
 
Thanks Mom!