I’m not a veteran. I never served in the military. Frankly, I was never interested in it.
Fred P. Morris, 93, Elkview |
Thriller fiction and Non-fiction
By Eric Douglas
I’m not a veteran. I never served in the military. Frankly, I was never interested in it.
Fred P. Morris, 93, Elkview |
By Eric Douglas
Lately, I’ve spent more of my time writing than I have working as a photographer. I enjoy both, it’s just seemed like writing has taken precedence. I’ve been working hard on the next novel, a new children’s story and some other things as well. And most of the time, when I pull my camera out, I prefer to photograph people. I enjoy the expressions, the emotions and the connections a photograph makes.
I did manage to photograph one person… |
By Eric Douglas
I’ve always been a sucker for live music.
Jean Hanna Davis and Stan Bumgardner at the Boulevard Tavern. |
By Eric Douglas
A “long-time” friend of mine (I’ve been told I can no longer use the phrase “old friend” especially when it relates to a female friend) contacted me yesterday and asked if I would photograph a friend of hers. He needed pictures for his website. He is running for political office and needed them as soon as possible. And that was how I ended up on the state capitol grounds today. I had forgotten that the legislature was in town so parking was a bit of a challenge, but I found something eventually. And I was early anyway…this will come as a shock to no one.
By Eric Douglas
Aside from saying I hear voices in my head when I write, for me writing fiction is like watching TV in my mind. The difference being, I get to decide what the characters do and say. I always find it interesting that even though I have an outcome in mind for a “scene” in a book, how I get there often changes.
By Eric Douglas
(This is the last of four blog posts about traveling and working with the NBC crew to tell the story of the lobster divers of Honduras.)
I’m not sure what the actual design of the boat was originally, but it had been dramatically changed with storage bins on the bow and stern…presumably for lobster. To make the trip, we were carrying extra diesel fuel in barrels on the narrow decks. Several times we had to stop so the crew could siphon more fuel from the barrels into the fuel tanks. Often the crew did this while smoking cigarettes. At one point in the middle of the night they must have spilled some because the smell of diesel filled the cabin where we slept and the next morning everything was greasy.
Chris and I went out in the skiff to dive. We had asked to have our own tanks, which we didn’t get and also have lead weights which weren’t there either. We ended up using tanks from the dive boat. We had to try 12 different tanks to find four that would work. They all had garbage for o-rings. Fortunately Chris brought along weights so we could dive, although not together. He did three dives and I just got in one, but still got in some good shots.
At one point Nelson brought the bigger boat over to tell us we needed to move. We had drifted into Colombian waters. During the trip, we had ventured from Honduras, to Nicaragua and then Colombia. All without ever setting foot on dry land.