photography

I just wanted to say a heartfelt thank you to all of you who took the time to write and let me know how much you enjoyed the short film I put together for the Creative Memories regional events this past month. Your comments were so flattering and so much fun. They really touched me. (Seriously, I’m not kidding. They really did. I really, really mean it.)

Although I've taken a few hundred piano lessons in my life, I can't play the piano. I didn't practice — funny how that works. But that doesn't mean I didn't learn anything.

The superior method for learning a foreign language is actually simple, obvious, and ironically, the most enjoyable — fall in love with someone who speaks the language. Linguists have observed that it cuts years off the process.

It's why the simplest, most obvious, and ironically most enjoyable time to learn photography is at the birth of a baby. A wedding would probably be a close second if anyone photographed their own, but it's rare.

I guess I couldn't. My wife just shook her head when she saw the first two episodes of THE ASK NICK SHOW.

I never intended to be a baby photographer. War photographer? Yes.

Fashion photographer? I toyed with it for a couple of years. A convenient wind blew me to newspapers and journalism. But baby photographer? I did not see this coming.

I remember a conversation I had with some of my fellow students when I was studying photojournalism. The question was simple and silly:

What's the greatest photograph ever taken?