13 is lucky, y'all by admin

Without creating an exhaustive list of spectacular days, loving people, fab experiences, life rich opportunities, or unforgettable moments, I'll just say that each of those from my path in 2012 certainly left a personal creative mark on my soul. I spend far more days with a camera or two at my side than not, if for no other reason than to document where I've been. Those days are important because they also share with me where I need to go. Over the past 365 days, I captured thousands and thousands of images. Most were ordinary places, regular people, and all perfectly real life.

Two years ago today I began this blog specifically as a one year commitment for daily photo postings. Doing so forced me to be creative and strengthened my skills with my tools, but far more important, it taught me to open my eyes.

As I turn the corner on the New Year, I'm committing myself once again to at least one photo-a-day posting. These posts will assist me as I prepare my Graduate School thesis concentrating on innovative and experimental processes in film, instant, and digital photographic mediums.

13 is a lucky, ya’ll. Follow along.

world saving in three days by admin

Well into the chapters of my 50's, I welcomed the challenges that came with my continued life-learning path and enrollment into another Graduate program. Crossing those flashing broad yellow lines of Business and Engineering have certainly intrigued, and sometimes bewildered, my left brain's creative soul. I brought to our multi-disciplinary cohort however, those things that are inherently me. What else would I bring?

Turning the corner on December and now into the final days of my first full time semester in years, while also working full time, I'm spending plenty of hours listening to classical music while preparing for each of my final presentations. Without question, I'm also mentally preparing for that upcoming post semester block of "me" time. Before diving into those days of vinyl records, classic cinema, studios filled with cameras, easels, and restoring another 1975 Polaroid SX-70, I have a few tasks to complete first.

My world saving calendar will be extremely busy over the next 10 days. I'll be the guy resurrecting and saving a 140 plus year old brand with my $10 million marketing and advertising plan. Once that fire's put out, I'll spend the following day unraveling and correcting worldwide water filtration issues, while at the same time reversing global utrification concerns. Day three of my world saving agenda will commence after a nap of three or four hours. Then with my travel mug filled with a microwaved serving of day old coffee and a diagonally cut peanut butter sandwich, I’ll remedy aging at home problems while juggling a world class and masterful biomimicry solution, complete with hand crafted sock puppets and cardboard props.

Welcome Business and Engineering folk, you've now entered my world, one with an endless supply of dull blunt scissors, masking tape, and ripe imagination. Wipe your feet, buckle up, and keep all arms inside the car. You're now in the Creative Zone.

big hurricane and a little camera by admin

A Sandy Olympus ©2012 Gary Garbett

A Sandy Olympus ©2012 Gary Garbett

Hurricane Sandy and a Camera: I've been looking for an #Olympus OM series camera for a while. This one is gorgeous. The package arrived today, five days after the auction closed. Everything, including a second lens and a flash was extremely well packaged and securely boxed. You never really know just what you may get from an online auction until the package actually arrives. I won the auction for this 1979 OM-2n on Sunday evening and paid for it immediately. In less than 24 hours from the time I submitted payment, Hurricane Sandy would make a devastating attack of the Northeast, pummeling New York and New Jersey.

Ben, the seller of the camera, lives in Staten Island, NY. After watching the fallout that Sandy left behind, my excitement for a camera was quickly replaced by an honest concern for a community and for Ben. I've read the stories, seen the photos, and watched the news. The horror is simply that. Horror. I'd ruled out any possibility of ever receiving the package and to be quite honest, was perfectly fine with that. The price of a camera was unimportant. I just hoped that Ben and his family were safe.

I returned home this afternoon after running several errands to find a package waiting for me. It was sitting on my stoop in the warmth of the sunshine. The return address read Staten Island and the postmark was October 29, 2012, the very day that Sandy made landfall. I was shocked. Knowing that this little camera came from an area of such devastation just a few days ago and now it's new home is in the calm of autumn a few hundred miles south is nearly unimaginable.

A person's character speaks greater words than any that ever come from their mouth. On Monday, just hours before Sandy's arrival, I'm sure that Ben had far more important things to do than worry about getting a package in the mail. Once again, character speaks volumes. My thoughts and prayers go out to Ben and all those affected by this disaster. Please let me know if I can do anything to help.

Peace and goodness to all.

A Sandy Olympus ©2012 Gary Garbett

A Sandy Olympus ©2012 Gary Garbett

celebrating birthdays. celebrating years. by admin

A Birthday Wish

A Birthday Wish

We recently celebrated our daughter’s birthday… again. It feels like I light the candles on that family tradition birthday cake every few weeks rather than years.

Aside from those years when I was an ambitious teen managing my small town paper route monopoly, fatherhood feels like it’s been a fixture in my life for my entire life. With everyone now grown, my position, as a father is certainly different than it once was. The love and dedication I have for our children has never wavered. Those emotions however, much like our children and myself, have all matured. Adjusting from so many years of dedicated full time parenting to an occasional visit a few times a year has certainly taken some getting use to. I get better at it every day.

From the time I was a child myself, I’ve always been an avid collector of music. With this new level of parenting, I’m now able to listen to quite a few more albums in their entirety than I was able to find time for over the past three decades. My dogs and I also spend more quality time together than we once did. They love it and so do I. Luckily for me, the pups are also music aficionados. It’s a double win for each of us.

Perhaps there was a day or two during my endless years of parenting that wasn’t quite perfect. The whole parenting thing is so judgmental. It doesn’t come with a manual or even a report card, but I’m convinced that I did a better than average job as Daddy. What I do know for sure, is that every moment of it came from the heart.

Before you know it, we’ll be celebrating another birthday year with that same cake recipe and lighting a few more candles. Before that time though, the pups and I have enough time to listen to a few more records. Life, like a song, is beyond that good.

friday morning’s big shoe breakfast by admin

Flipp Breakfast

Flipp Breakfast

Yesterday afternoon was sort of like being in the produce section of the grocery store and running into an old girlfriend that I hadn’t seen in a decade or maybe two. No. Wait. Actually it was more like stumbling into one of my favorite kick ass rock bands who I hadn’t heard from in way too long. Plus this was far sexier than any produce aisle and it came with liner notes.

While digging through my endless collection of music yesterday, my soul was kickstarted much the same way it was fifteen years ago with the all out guitar driven assault, punk angst, energy driving, and in your face rock and roll of FLIPP.

I was introduced the band when they opened for Cheap Trick’s 1997 tour. A friend gave me a heads up after seeing the tour a week earlier. He suggested I get to the show in time for the opening band. That’s all I needed to hear and trusted his call. I just went with it. From the time FLIPP took the stage in front of their wall of glittery Kustom Amps and punched the first power chord, I was all in. Sold. Done.

My life has changed a little bit since first seeing FLIPP. My passion for kick ass music however, has not. Re-listening to FLIPP’s library over the past day relit that same fuse that was sparked when I first heard the guys play “I Wish I Was a Planet” on that small stage in Richmond’s Floodzone. It was unbelievable. Today’s breakfast at my office included an orange, two cups of coffee, and Flipp’s back catalog. I stomped my Doc Martens under my desk a few times, loosened the collar on my button down, and threw my fist to the air on several occasions. Even wearing slacks, I’m happy to testify that Rock and Roll ain’t dead.

Although the band hasn’t played in several years, FLIPP, for me, remain a real rock and roll band for the sake of just that… Rock and Roll. In my review of their sophomore release, I wrote:

“Once again, Rock and Roll raises it’s head, steps out front with big shoes, glittery screaming guitars, and demands attention. Flipp is a much needed rock and roll enema and their new release is a winning royal flush.”

I still believe every word I wrote and I still believe in this band. I also believe I’ll take the longer road home from the office today, guaranteed to have all the windows down, the roof open, and the music louder than loud. I may even stop by the grocery store too. You never know who you may see in the produce section. I Still Love Rock and Roll. Period.

blue collared hero by admin

Father's Day Hero

Father's Day Hero

My father meant the world to me. As years continue to pass, I've come to understand that more and more. Dad was a regular blue-collar kinda guy. He worked hard with his hands, and loved his family. He was also known to have a few days when he was the farthest thing from being an angel. Still though, he was my hero and my teacher of lessons, honesty, and hard work. He made sure I understood the importance of always being the man I saw in the mirror, not someone fake.

If there was ever a man of his word, it was my father. And when he gave it to you, you could count on that word and him. Period. He taught me that whenever I had one of those days when I did something wrong, it was my responsibility to own it, all of it, and to do whatever it took to make everything right again… if not, better. Apologies, love, forgiveness, and sincerity are life essentials. He taught me the value of each one.

The boys of 1966.

The boys of 1966.

It's been 20 years since I spent Father's Day with Dad. I miss those Sunday afternoons that we'd regularly spend together just as much as I miss his smile. I still believe in heroes, especially mine.

Thanks Pop. Happy Father's Day.

life path and a promise by admin

life path

life path

I’ve rarely given much thought about the motivation driving me to place one foot in front of the other. I take it for granted as something I’m simply expected to do. Through my years of parenting, I did my best to be the father that I wanted to be, a good one. Looking back now, as I’m able to spend time with our three grown children, it’s apparent that we all survived our younger years quite well. Myself included. In addition to my role as a stay at home father during those influential years, I also balanced my adult life as a fulltime studio artist. My career was far from a nine to five routine, and I loved every moment of it. Finding the stability I needed to balance my role as a fulltime Dad with a business centering on creative self-expression, marketing, promotion, and forward thinking, taught me quite a bit about myself, most of which centered on commitment, ambition, and fervor. A number of years later as our children prepared for their own young adult lives and I approached fifty years of age, the idea of my returning to college became incredibly important to me. I was driven. Two years later at the age of 51, I received my Master’s Degree with honors from the VCU School of the Arts in December of 2010. Though I’ve never labeled it as such, it’s clear that my life’s path has been directed through personal innovation.

My blue-collar upbringing was honest, hardworking, and continues to be an inspiration in my day-to-day passion for life. I owe a great deal of gratitude to my father for many of those life lessons. He was far more scholarly than his partial high school education, and he taught me skills about treating people honestly and the importance of working hard towards creating something better, not for yourself, but mainly for others. My father’s unexpected death in 1993 was a giant hurdle, but I recovered. The day before he passed, the two of us spent several hours together over a long father and son conversation. It was simple, honest, and beyond life touching. His blue-collar way of life didn’t always understand my fine art world. He was however, very proud of the things I’d accomplished in my career, as a father, and as his son. He made it a point on that sunny afternoon to encourage me to do all of the things I wished to do in my life. I replied to him with a promise that I would. I continue to do so. The following morning, he passed away just as I arrived at the hospital. My father was a hard worker, a good man, a teacher, an inspiration, and an innovator.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve made it a point to continually evaluate my life’s focus. It’s a healthy place, always providing me that personal opportunity to think ahead and move forward. I believe in it. I’ve also discovered the truth in surrounding yourself with the right people. During the past decade I’ve been extremely fortunate to be involved with some of the most influential people I’ve ever known in my life, most of whom I’ve met through my circles in education. I have the greatest respect for these friends and colleagues, especially their commitment, dedication, and willingness to make such a positive impact on others. While I find it to be such common nature to do what I do, I continually find it humbling to receive warm accolades from those I consider principal influences in my own life. Their praise and inspiration never go unnoticed as they continue to inspire and propel me.

Innovation. My life has continually been directed by that very concept. As a parent, a fine artist, or middle aged adult returning to college, there have always been a few common threads running through each of those chapters in my life… forward thinking and reinvention of self. My rewards in return have been personal growth and knowledge. As I near the age my father was when we shared that long talk on that warm afternoon in 1993, I look back and realize that very little has changed since I was the young, curious, and spirited son of that blue-collared military man. I continue with my promise and my life path, always hoping to move in that direction ahead of me. Forward.

the look of goodness by admin

Goodness

Goodness

I spend fewer days in the studio than I wish I could. Life has a fascinating way of getting in it's own way sometimes. Those days when I am able to lock myself away in that creative place are treasures. Today was one of those days. When I'm able to share that time with my closest friend, we both own the day… together.

This is exactly how goodness looks. I love goodness.