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adventuresofagoodman

May 9

I went to a party yesterday! 🤯🎉

As in, a large group of humans coming together to talk, laugh, enjoy each other‘s company, and have fun.

It was a catered outdoor event with appetizers, a taco bar, a piñata, horseback riding, and string lights when the sun went down.

Being there was a very familiar feeling.

Almost like a rehearsal dinner at a wedding.

Though, most rehearsal dinner is don’t have horseback riding. 🏇

Quick story …

During Bodhi‘s ride, a bee stung the horse on the nose and it began bucking like a bull in pain.

Amazingly, Bodhi held on tight and kept his cool while the horse’s owner got him down.

Meanwell, I stood there helpless and terrified watching from afar as my son’s safety and well-being was completely out of my hands.

Other than that, it really was a magical evening.

To say I haven’t done anything like that since before the p|andemic is an understatement.

Between having kids and slowly building community here in Santa Cruz, it’s probably been closer to 7 or 8 years.

Carrie and I certainly have never been to a party like that with our kids.

It was so beautiful to watch them run and play with the other kids.

To chase each other around and go on their own adventures.

To explore.

To climb.

To be free.

Bodhi and Luna have finally reached the point where they are able to detach from me and Carrie …

… for at least a few minutes.

Meanwhile, Carrie and I got to sit at a table and actually have some semblance of a meal together.

It. Was. Glorious.

And, of course, my camera was out and I’m excited to share a few of the photographic highlights.

What about you?

When was the last time you were at a swanky soiree?

I went to a party yesterday! 🤯🎉

As in, a large group of humans coming together to talk, laugh, enjoy each other‘s company, and have fun.

It was a catered outdoor event with appetizers, a taco bar, a piñata, horseback riding, and string lights when the sun went down.

Being there was a very familiar feeling.

Almost like a rehearsal dinner at a wedding.

Though, most rehearsal dinner is don’t have horseback riding. 🏇

Quick story …

During Bodhi‘s ride, a bee stung the horse on the nose and it began bucking like a bull in pain.

Amazingly, Bodhi held on tight and kept his cool while the horse’s owner got him down.

Meanwell, I stood there helpless and terrified watching from afar as my son’s safety and well-being was completely out of my hands.

Other than that, it really was a magical evening.

To say I haven’t done anything like that since before the p|andemic is an understatement.

Between having kids and slowly building community here in Santa Cruz, it’s probably been closer to 7 or 8 years.

Carrie and I certainly have never been to a party like that with our kids.

It was so beautiful to watch them run and play with the other kids.

To chase each other around and go on their own adventures.

To explore.

To climb.

To be free.

Bodhi and Luna have finally reached the point where they are able to detach from me and Carrie …

… for at least a few minutes.

Meanwhile, Carrie and I got to sit at a table and actually have some semblance of a meal together.

It. Was. Glorious.

And, of course, my camera was out and I’m excited to share a few of the photographic highlights.

What about you?

When was the last time you were at a swanky soiree? ...

adventuresofagoodman

May 7

The Uru or Uros people are believed to be descended from the earliest inhabitants of Lake Titicaca. ⁠
⁠
They’ve preserved a floating lifestyle for hundreds of years. ⁠
⁠
To protect themselves from invading groups, the Uros built mobile islands from the endemic totora plant. ⁠
⁠
If a threat emerged, they could simply move their islands elsewhere in the lake. ⁠
⁠
While this worked for a while, both the Incas and Spanish eventually discovered their islands. ⁠
⁠
The Uru are descendants of one of the most ancient cultural groups in the Americas and little is known about their mysterious history. ⁠
⁠
The Uros Islands are floating on the Peruvian side of Lake Titicaca, a few miles from Puno, the main city on the lakeshore. ⁠
⁠
The islands used to be closer to the middle of the lake, but they moved or rebuilt closer to the shore following a devastating storm in 1986.

The Uru or Uros people are believed to be descended from the earliest inhabitants of Lake Titicaca. ⁠
⁠
They’ve preserved a floating lifestyle for hundreds of years. ⁠
⁠
To protect themselves from invading groups, the Uros built mobile islands from the endemic totora plant. ⁠
⁠
If a threat emerged, they could simply move their islands elsewhere in the lake. ⁠
⁠
While this worked for a while, both the Incas and Spanish eventually discovered their islands. ⁠
⁠
The Uru are descendants of one of the most ancient cultural groups in the Americas and little is known about their mysterious history. ⁠
⁠
The Uros Islands are floating on the Peruvian side of Lake Titicaca, a few miles from Puno, the main city on the lakeshore. ⁠
⁠
The islands used to be closer to the middle of the lake, but they moved or rebuilt closer to the shore following a devastating storm in 1986. ...

adventuresofagoodman

May 3

Nostalgia is on the menu at the Santa Cruz Diner. 🥞

With old-tyme signs and posters adorning the walls and a jukebox in the corner, the restaurant reminds me of my childhood.

Growing up in New York City, diners were a dime a dozen.

Rows of booths.

A line of swiveling stools bolted into a long countertop.

A tall glass case somewhere by the register filled with cakes, pies, and other sugary, sweet desserts that I never got to eat.

And, a waitress that looks old enough to have served pancakes to King Tut.

Today, while many diners remodel to the latest modern trend, my favorites are still the ones with relics of the 50s and other bygone eras.

What really blows my mind is how the nostalgia now includes signs, ads, and trinkets from my childhood in the 1980s …

… fyi - the 80s are now just as bygone as the 1940s were when I was a kid! 😱

As for the Santa Cruz Diner …

The photos you see here were made during a breakfast trip with my three-year-old daughter Luna.

This was her first diner experience.

She chose countertop instead of booth.

Got the Mickey Mouse pancakes.

And really really wanted to use the jukebox.

Though, something told me the select few patrons were not interested in hearing blaring rock ‘n’ roll at eight in the morning 🎸

What about you?

Do you like diners?

What’s your favorite guilty pleasure to order?

(That morning, mine was the chicken fried steak with biscuits and gravy. Decadent!)

Nostalgia is on the menu at the Santa Cruz Diner. 🥞

With old-tyme signs and posters adorning the walls and a jukebox in the corner, the restaurant reminds me of my childhood.

Growing up in New York City, diners were a dime a dozen.

Rows of booths.

A line of swiveling stools bolted into a long countertop.

A tall glass case somewhere by the register filled with cakes, pies, and other sugary, sweet desserts that I never got to eat.

And, a waitress that looks old enough to have served pancakes to King Tut.

Today, while many diners remodel to the latest modern trend, my favorites are still the ones with relics of the 50s and other bygone eras.

What really blows my mind is how the nostalgia now includes signs, ads, and trinkets from my childhood in the 1980s …

… fyi - the 80s are now just as bygone as the 1940s were when I was a kid! 😱

As for the Santa Cruz Diner …

The photos you see here were made during a breakfast trip with my three-year-old daughter Luna.

This was her first diner experience.

She chose countertop instead of booth.

Got the Mickey Mouse pancakes.

And really really wanted to use the jukebox.

Though, something told me the select few patrons were not interested in hearing blaring rock ‘n’ roll at eight in the morning 🎸

What about you?

Do you like diners?

What’s your favorite guilty pleasure to order?

(That morning, mine was the chicken fried steak with biscuits and gravy. Decadent!) ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 30

Last weekend, I experienced “The Miracle of the Empty Camera Batteries.” 📸🔋

It’s like the “Miracle of Hanukkah” - when the Macabees made a teeny bit of oil burn for 8 nights.

Here’s the story …

Once upon a time, I brought my dSLR with me everywhere.

Charging my 3 batteries was just like getting dressed - I always did it before leaving the house.

Nowadays, I rarely use my dSLR.

With two young kids, I’m usually carrying their stuff instead of mine.

However, when our family went on a camping trip last weekend, I made sure my camera bag was in the trunk

My dream was to make photos of the stars and the Milky Way after everyone went to sleep.

Easier said than done!

The first miracle of the night is that I actually woke up and left the tent after putting the kids to bed.

My wife didn’t have the same success.

As quietly as possible, I grabbed my gear, put on my headlamp, and walked down to the area I had scoped out earlier.

I set up my tripod …

Attached my remote shutter release …

Lined up my photo …

Checked my settings …

Pressed the shutter …

And saw the dreaded flashing battery sign.

⚠️ LOW BATTERY ⚠️

Good thing I had two more in my backpack.

Or, so I thought.

The second one immediately showed another flashing battery sign.

AAHH

“Third time’s the charm,” I hoped as I put in my final battery.

Two bars.

Based on previous experience, I would be lucky to get a dozen 30-second exposures before the battery ran out.

» Click
» Wait
» Review
» Hope for another chance.

Under normal battery circumstances, I could dedicate hours to a single photo.

Tweaking my settings.

Stacking exposures.

Trying to get it “perfect.”

However, with just 2 bars, I chose a different approach.

I HAD FUN! 🎉

Instead of seeking perfection, I trusted.

Instead of obsessing over a single shot, I bounced around.

Instead of only pointing up, I chose to make myself a part of the photo.

I even took out my neon lights to do some light painting.

Do you know what happened?

The Miracle of the Camera Battery! 🎊

Two bars netted me 25 exposures and two hours of fun!

Here are a few of my favorites.

Which one is YOUR favorite?

Last weekend, I experienced “The Miracle of the Empty Camera Batteries.” 📸🔋

It’s like the “Miracle of Hanukkah” - when the Macabees made a teeny bit of oil burn for 8 nights.

Here’s the story …

Once upon a time, I brought my dSLR with me everywhere.

Charging my 3 batteries was just like getting dressed - I always did it before leaving the house.

Nowadays, I rarely use my dSLR.

With two young kids, I’m usually carrying their stuff instead of mine.

However, when our family went on a camping trip last weekend, I made sure my camera bag was in the trunk

My dream was to make photos of the stars and the Milky Way after everyone went to sleep.

Easier said than done!

The first miracle of the night is that I actually woke up and left the tent after putting the kids to bed.

My wife didn’t have the same success.

As quietly as possible, I grabbed my gear, put on my headlamp, and walked down to the area I had scoped out earlier.

I set up my tripod …

Attached my remote shutter release …

Lined up my photo …

Checked my settings …

Pressed the shutter …

And saw the dreaded flashing battery sign.

⚠️ LOW BATTERY ⚠️

Good thing I had two more in my backpack.

Or, so I thought.

The second one immediately showed another flashing battery sign.

AAHH

“Third time’s the charm,” I hoped as I put in my final battery.

Two bars.

Based on previous experience, I would be lucky to get a dozen 30-second exposures before the battery ran out.

» Click
» Wait
» Review
» Hope for another chance.

Under normal battery circumstances, I could dedicate hours to a single photo.

Tweaking my settings.

Stacking exposures.

Trying to get it “perfect.”

However, with just 2 bars, I chose a different approach.

I HAD FUN! 🎉

Instead of seeking perfection, I trusted.

Instead of obsessing over a single shot, I bounced around.

Instead of only pointing up, I chose to make myself a part of the photo.

I even took out my neon lights to do some light painting.

Do you know what happened?

The Miracle of the Camera Battery! 🎊

Two bars netted me 25 exposures and two hours of fun!

Here are a few of my favorites.

Which one is YOUR favorite? ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 30

“It’s so hazy,” my wife said as we gazed out across the shoreline at the wreck of the SS Palo Alto.

“I know,” I replied.

“I still want to walk down there and make a few photos with my phone. They probably won’t come out … and, I just love the act of being creative.”

A smile came across her face.

Carrie gets it.

She feels the same way too.

After 20 years of being together, half of which were dedicated to traveling the world, Carrie knows how I operate.

There’s something magical and freeing about Photography.

It’s almost intangible.

How does the world opens up so wide when we look at it through a confined rectangle?

Infinite angles.

Infinite possibilities.

Even if the photos never see the light of day, they are still worth making.

Even on a hazy day with harsh lighting …

Even when my dog refuses to walk with me down the beach but howls for me to keep going every time I stop …

Even as I get a text message moments after arriving at the wreck that my family is ready to go …

The creative experience is always worth the effort.

Hope you’re having an amazing day!

Go make some photos 😀📸

“It’s so hazy,” my wife said as we gazed out across the shoreline at the wreck of the SS Palo Alto.

“I know,” I replied.

“I still want to walk down there and make a few photos with my phone. They probably won’t come out … and, I just love the act of being creative.”

A smile came across her face.

Carrie gets it.

She feels the same way too.

After 20 years of being together, half of which were dedicated to traveling the world, Carrie knows how I operate.

There’s something magical and freeing about Photography.

It’s almost intangible.

How does the world opens up so wide when we look at it through a confined rectangle?

Infinite angles.

Infinite possibilities.

Even if the photos never see the light of day, they are still worth making.

Even on a hazy day with harsh lighting …

Even when my dog refuses to walk with me down the beach but howls for me to keep going every time I stop …

Even as I get a text message moments after arriving at the wreck that my family is ready to go …

The creative experience is always worth the effort.

Hope you’re having an amazing day!

Go make some photos 😀📸 ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 23

Photo Tip 📸🌎 Celebrate our beautiful world by exploring Mother Nature from every possible angle.

That’s the secret to making a stunning photograph.

When something catches your eye, don’t just snap a quick pic and walk away.

Dedicate the time and creative energy to moving your body.

Squat down.

Go left.

Go right.

Put something in the foreground.

See where you can position the sun.

Move distracting objects out of your way.

Mother Earth has an infinite bounty of beauty to share with you …

… and your art is a gift that deserves to be shared with the world.

But, how do you reach a wider audience with your photography?

How do you bring friends, family, and followers along on your life‘s journey?

How can you create captivating narratives that fuse whimsical wordplay and phenomenal photography to share the stories behind your photos?

Let’s find out together!

👉 link in bio

Photo Tip 📸🌎 Celebrate our beautiful world by exploring Mother Nature from every possible angle.

That’s the secret to making a stunning photograph.

When something catches your eye, don’t just snap a quick pic and walk away.

Dedicate the time and creative energy to moving your body.

Squat down.

Go left.

Go right.

Put something in the foreground.

See where you can position the sun.

Move distracting objects out of your way.

Mother Earth has an infinite bounty of beauty to share with you …

… and your art is a gift that deserves to be shared with the world.

But, how do you reach a wider audience with your photography?

How do you bring friends, family, and followers along on your life‘s journey?

How can you create captivating narratives that fuse whimsical wordplay and phenomenal photography to share the stories behind your photos?

Let’s find out together!

👉 link in bio ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 22

Jodpur, India, is nicknamed "The Blue City."⁠
⁠
Can you guess why?

Jodpur, India, is nicknamed "The Blue City."⁠
⁠
Can you guess why? ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 16

𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲.🤔 ⁠
⁠
🚂 What do you see in this photo … and how does it make you feel?⁠
⁠
To me, it’s a timeless tale of a childhood well spent. ⁠
⁠
A boy and his dog pushing the limits of social rules and regulations. ⁠
⁠
Yet, I have received more criticism on this photo than any I have ever shared.⁠
⁠
𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 …⁠
⁠
As you may know, I just created an online course teaching photographic storytelling.⁠
⁠
The goal is to stand out in a busy online crowd and share your life with friends and family on social media.⁠
⁠
To promote the course, I ran a series of ads.⁠
⁠
One of them used this photo of my son, Bodhi.⁠
⁠
😤 People were appalled.⁠
⁠
They attacked me for endangering the life of a child.⁠
⁠
Called me names. ⁠
⁠
»» “How can you be so irresponsible?”⁠
⁠
»» “What if a train came and nobody heard it?”⁠
⁠
»» “Don’t you know that’s a felony?”⁠
⁠
As for the last one, I actually had no idea.⁠
⁠
Reading these comments, my heart started racing.⁠
⁠
I became defensive.⁠
⁠
Embarrassed.⁠
⁠
Ashamed.⁠
⁠
I felt small.⁠
⁠
🚞 In the past, I might have just deleted the posts.⁠
⁠
Or, tried to defend myself by justifying the photo.⁠
⁠
»» We know when the train comes. It’s on a very schedule.⁠
⁠
»» The train is always going very slowly.⁠
⁠
»» It always blares its horn long before we get to those tracks.⁠
⁠
»» It was off-season and the train wasn’t even running.⁠
⁠
»» Everyone else does it!⁠
⁠
These are all facts. ⁠
⁠
And none of them matter.⁠
⁠
For whatever personal reason, people are clearly hurt or triggered by looking at the photo.⁠
⁠
🛤 I’ve actually learned a lot about the world of “don’t walk on train tracks” from their comments.⁠
⁠
Apparently, people are killed on a regular basis doing exactly what Bodhi was doing.⁠
⁠
Granted, those are live rails with active trains …⁠
⁠
But still …⁠
⁠
Now, I go back to my original request for advice.⁠
⁠
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙙?

𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲.🤔 ⁠
⁠
🚂 What do you see in this photo … and how does it make you feel?⁠
⁠
To me, it’s a timeless tale of a childhood well spent. ⁠
⁠
A boy and his dog pushing the limits of social rules and regulations. ⁠
⁠
Yet, I have received more criticism on this photo than any I have ever shared.⁠
⁠
𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 …⁠
⁠
As you may know, I just created an online course teaching photographic storytelling.⁠
⁠
The goal is to stand out in a busy online crowd and share your life with friends and family on social media.⁠
⁠
To promote the course, I ran a series of ads.⁠
⁠
One of them used this photo of my son, Bodhi.⁠
⁠
😤 People were appalled.⁠
⁠
They attacked me for endangering the life of a child.⁠
⁠
Called me names. ⁠
⁠
»» “How can you be so irresponsible?”⁠
⁠
»» “What if a train came and nobody heard it?”⁠
⁠
»» “Don’t you know that’s a felony?”⁠
⁠
As for the last one, I actually had no idea.⁠
⁠
Reading these comments, my heart started racing.⁠
⁠
I became defensive.⁠
⁠
Embarrassed.⁠
⁠
Ashamed.⁠
⁠
I felt small.⁠
⁠
🚞 In the past, I might have just deleted the posts.⁠
⁠
Or, tried to defend myself by justifying the photo.⁠
⁠
»» We know when the train comes. It’s on a very schedule.⁠
⁠
»» The train is always going very slowly.⁠
⁠
»» It always blares its horn long before we get to those tracks.⁠
⁠
»» It was off-season and the train wasn’t even running.⁠
⁠
»» Everyone else does it!⁠
⁠
These are all facts. ⁠
⁠
And none of them matter.⁠
⁠
For whatever personal reason, people are clearly hurt or triggered by looking at the photo.⁠
⁠
🛤 I’ve actually learned a lot about the world of “don’t walk on train tracks” from their comments.⁠
⁠
Apparently, people are killed on a regular basis doing exactly what Bodhi was doing.⁠
⁠
Granted, those are live rails with active trains …⁠
⁠
But still …⁠
⁠
Now, I go back to my original request for advice.⁠
⁠
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙙? ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 14

I have something magical in my pocket.

It’s about 4 inches long, 2 inches wide, and feels really smooth on the hands.

I probably reach into my pocket to touch it at least 500 times a day.

Sometimes, I pull it out and use it.

Other times, I just like feeling it in my hand.

When it’s not there, my pocket feels empty.

Most of the time, I don’t actually need it.

Yet, I am uncontrollably drawn to using it.

This is called Addiction, my friends.

And yes, I am talking about my cell phone. 📱

That ubiquitous device that controls all of our lives.

The source of dopamine and adrenaline.

The ultimate distraction from feelings, emotions, reality, and life struggles.

An incredible tool for communication and connection.

An unbelievable resource that provides the wealth of human knowledge at our fingertips.

A radiation nightmare that constantly bombards us with Electromagnetic fields while changing our bodies at the cellular structure.

Sometimes, I wish cell phones have never been invented.

When I made a post about that last year, hundreds of people agree with me.

And, smart phones are not going away.

So, like any other addiction, the question becomes how do we create a balance?

How do we continue using this tool that is such a part of daily life while not letting it control our daily life.

Personally, I have always struggled with moderation.

Substances, food, technology, anger, sleep … while I’ve kicked many addictions, I still have a ways to go.

If my cell phone suddenly went away, I would probably just find some other vice to fill that void.

That’s why I’m so grateful for mindfulness and meditation. 🕉

I won’t lie to you and say that I am an expert at either.

My journey is still very much beginning.

And, I see the power of being able to take their breath and exist in the present moment.

This is what I wish for all of us.

A future where we live in the here and now … not in some altered meta reality.

A world where we look each other in the eyes and not just talk to the top of someone’s head as their eyes gaze at brightly-lit 1s and 0s.

As Mr. Miyagi once said to Daniel San, you must have Balance.

I have something magical in my pocket.

It’s about 4 inches long, 2 inches wide, and feels really smooth on the hands.

I probably reach into my pocket to touch it at least 500 times a day.

Sometimes, I pull it out and use it.

Other times, I just like feeling it in my hand.

When it’s not there, my pocket feels empty.

Most of the time, I don’t actually need it.

Yet, I am uncontrollably drawn to using it.

This is called Addiction, my friends.

And yes, I am talking about my cell phone. 📱

That ubiquitous device that controls all of our lives.

The source of dopamine and adrenaline.

The ultimate distraction from feelings, emotions, reality, and life struggles.

An incredible tool for communication and connection.

An unbelievable resource that provides the wealth of human knowledge at our fingertips.

A radiation nightmare that constantly bombards us with Electromagnetic fields while changing our bodies at the cellular structure.

Sometimes, I wish cell phones have never been invented.

When I made a post about that last year, hundreds of people agree with me.

And, smart phones are not going away.

So, like any other addiction, the question becomes how do we create a balance?

How do we continue using this tool that is such a part of daily life while not letting it control our daily life.

Personally, I have always struggled with moderation.

Substances, food, technology, anger, sleep … while I’ve kicked many addictions, I still have a ways to go.

If my cell phone suddenly went away, I would probably just find some other vice to fill that void.

That’s why I’m so grateful for mindfulness and meditation. 🕉

I won’t lie to you and say that I am an expert at either.

My journey is still very much beginning.

And, I see the power of being able to take their breath and exist in the present moment.

This is what I wish for all of us.

A future where we live in the here and now … not in some altered meta reality.

A world where we look each other in the eyes and not just talk to the top of someone’s head as their eyes gaze at brightly-lit 1s and 0s.

As Mr. Miyagi once said to Daniel San, you must have Balance. ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 13

I am at a loss for words. ⁠
⁠
It’s an odd feeling. ⁠
⁠
Usually, inspiration flows from my fingers as I write the stories behind my photos. ⁠
⁠
The pix in this post are from last weekend.⁠
⁠
A beautiful family camping trip with so many stories to tell. ⁠
⁠
Stories of connection, fun, and laughter. ⁠
⁠
Hikes. ⁠
Rivers. ⁠
Astrophotography.⁠
⁠
Tales of campfires, s’mores, and a tent pitched on a slope that resulted in our family slowly sliding down over the course of the night. ⁠
⁠
This is usually where I shine. ⁠
⁠
Recapping an adventure with whimsical wordplay. ⁠
⁠
Yet, here I am … ⁠
⁠
Memories in the mind that just want to stay there. ⁠
⁠
Meanwhile, I’m in the backyard hanging out with my family at 10:47am on a Friday. ⁠
⁠
Bodhi and Luna are doing arts and crafts while Carrie is playing her drum on the hammock. ⁠
⁠
It’s a beautiful day. ⁠
⁠
So, I think I’ll get off my phone and enjoy it. ⁠
⁠
Perhaps that’s the exact creative juice I need to sip to rediscover my voice. ⁠
⁠
Thanks for reading and have a spectacular day. ⁠
⁠
With Gratitude,⁠
Greg

I am at a loss for words. ⁠
⁠
It’s an odd feeling. ⁠
⁠
Usually, inspiration flows from my fingers as I write the stories behind my photos. ⁠
⁠
The pix in this post are from last weekend.⁠
⁠
A beautiful family camping trip with so many stories to tell. ⁠
⁠
Stories of connection, fun, and laughter. ⁠
⁠
Hikes. ⁠
Rivers. ⁠
Astrophotography.⁠
⁠
Tales of campfires, s’mores, and a tent pitched on a slope that resulted in our family slowly sliding down over the course of the night. ⁠
⁠
This is usually where I shine. ⁠
⁠
Recapping an adventure with whimsical wordplay. ⁠
⁠
Yet, here I am … ⁠
⁠
Memories in the mind that just want to stay there. ⁠
⁠
Meanwhile, I’m in the backyard hanging out with my family at 10:47am on a Friday. ⁠
⁠
Bodhi and Luna are doing arts and crafts while Carrie is playing her drum on the hammock. ⁠
⁠
It’s a beautiful day. ⁠
⁠
So, I think I’ll get off my phone and enjoy it. ⁠
⁠
Perhaps that’s the exact creative juice I need to sip to rediscover my voice. ⁠
⁠
Thanks for reading and have a spectacular day. ⁠
⁠
With Gratitude,⁠
Greg ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 12

As majestic Mt. Shasta towered above the lake before me, I set up my tripod for an evening of long exposures and astrophotography. ⁠
⁠
My dream was to create an image featuring the Milky Way rising above Mt. Shasta. ⁠
⁠
It only took a few exposures to realize that the hazy band of stars and light was not aligned in the way I had hoped.⁠
⁠
So, I snapped a few images of a reflecting Mt. Shasta with the stars above. ⁠
⁠
Then, I focused the rest of my night’s astrophotography on the Milky Way itself.⁠
⁠
When I shared the images on social media, I highlighted a portrait-orientation image of the Milky Way reflecting in the lake. ⁠
⁠
However, I was never truly in love. It was a bit blurry and felt more like a consolation prize.⁠
⁠
It’s amazing how time changes your perspective.⁠
⁠
For years, I ignored the photo of a starry Mt. Shasta reflecting in a nearby lake … declaring it to be an outtake of my night’s shoot.⁠
⁠
Then, a few weeks ago, something fascinating happened …⁠
⁠
I fell in love with the outtake.⁠
⁠
While preparing a post on the mysteries of the Universe, I came across this photo of the stars above Mt. Shasta. ⁠
⁠
No Milky Way – just a closeup of the sacred Apu.⁠
⁠
Now, I’m in love with this photo!⁠
⁠
What about you? ⁠
⁠
Which one is YOUR favorite?

As majestic Mt. Shasta towered above the lake before me, I set up my tripod for an evening of long exposures and astrophotography. ⁠
⁠
My dream was to create an image featuring the Milky Way rising above Mt. Shasta. ⁠
⁠
It only took a few exposures to realize that the hazy band of stars and light was not aligned in the way I had hoped.⁠
⁠
So, I snapped a few images of a reflecting Mt. Shasta with the stars above. ⁠
⁠
Then, I focused the rest of my night’s astrophotography on the Milky Way itself.⁠
⁠
When I shared the images on social media, I highlighted a portrait-orientation image of the Milky Way reflecting in the lake. ⁠
⁠
However, I was never truly in love. It was a bit blurry and felt more like a consolation prize.⁠
⁠
It’s amazing how time changes your perspective.⁠
⁠
For years, I ignored the photo of a starry Mt. Shasta reflecting in a nearby lake … declaring it to be an outtake of my night’s shoot.⁠
⁠
Then, a few weeks ago, something fascinating happened …⁠
⁠
I fell in love with the outtake.⁠
⁠
While preparing a post on the mysteries of the Universe, I came across this photo of the stars above Mt. Shasta. ⁠
⁠
No Milky Way – just a closeup of the sacred Apu.⁠
⁠
Now, I’m in love with this photo!⁠
⁠
What about you? ⁠
⁠
Which one is YOUR favorite? ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 11

"Here's your plate - go sit down and wait to be served," the Sikh man said.

At least, that's what you assume he said ... since he was speaking in Punjabi.

It's time to join 75,000 Sikh pilgrims for a communal meal at the Golden Temple in Amritsar, India.

After receiving your metal plate, bowl, and silverware, you quickly shuffle over to a narrow sliver of track carpeting.

Across from you are rows of smiling men and women with their heads covered in a turban, chunni, or dupatta.

Up and down the aisles, Sikh volunteers carrying large metal buckets take turns plopping food into our plates from waist level.

Splash, goes the daal, vegetables, and raita ...

... half of it missing the plate and winding up in your lap.

Next, the rice guy bends down to gently place a spoonful of grains directly into your bowl.

Finally, it's time for chapati - which is Indian flatbread.

Up and down the aisles, people stretch their palms up and wait for the "chapati man" to drop his starchy circles directly into their hands.

It’s an eating experience like none other.

The sound of thousands of people smacking their lips and slurping their bowls in unison.

» Seconds.
» Thirds.
» Fourths.

Eat until you're full.

Everyone is welcome at "Guru-Ka-Langar."

Then, with distended bellies, the masses begin to file out of the room in almost in the same order they came in.

Before you know it, half of the room is empty again — ready for the next wave of hungry pilgrims.

As for you ... it's time to help do the dishes!

"Here's your plate - go sit down and wait to be served," the Sikh man said.

At least, that's what you assume he said ... since he was speaking in Punjabi.

It's time to join 75,000 Sikh pilgrims for a communal meal at the Golden Temple in Amritsar, India.

After receiving your metal plate, bowl, and silverware, you quickly shuffle over to a narrow sliver of track carpeting.

Across from you are rows of smiling men and women with their heads covered in a turban, chunni, or dupatta.

Up and down the aisles, Sikh volunteers carrying large metal buckets take turns plopping food into our plates from waist level.

Splash, goes the daal, vegetables, and raita ...

... half of it missing the plate and winding up in your lap.

Next, the rice guy bends down to gently place a spoonful of grains directly into your bowl.

Finally, it's time for chapati - which is Indian flatbread.

Up and down the aisles, people stretch their palms up and wait for the "chapati man" to drop his starchy circles directly into their hands.

It’s an eating experience like none other.

The sound of thousands of people smacking their lips and slurping their bowls in unison.

» Seconds.
» Thirds.
» Fourths.

Eat until you're full.

Everyone is welcome at "Guru-Ka-Langar."

Then, with distended bellies, the masses begin to file out of the room in almost in the same order they came in.

Before you know it, half of the room is empty again — ready for the next wave of hungry pilgrims.

As for you ... it's time to help do the dishes! ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 9

Hope you’re having a GORGEous day.

See what I did there?

If you like dad jokes, we should be friends on Facebook. I share a new dad joke every Sunday.

Facebook.com/greggoodman10044

Here’s one of my new favorite dad jokes …

Where did Captain Hook buy his hook?
.
.
.
.
.
At the second hand store.
.
.
Ba-dum-tsss 🤣🪝

Hope you’re having a GORGEous day.

See what I did there?

If you like dad jokes, we should be friends on Facebook. I share a new dad joke every Sunday.

Facebook.com/greggoodman10044

Here’s one of my new favorite dad jokes …

Where did Captain Hook buy his hook?
.
.
.
.
.
At the second hand store.
.
.
Ba-dum-tsss 🤣🪝 ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 7

Ever wonder what the Amazon River looks like?⁠
⁠
Now you know.⁠
⁠
Well, at least this is what it looks like near Iquitos, Peru.⁠
⁠
There are certainly many parts of the river that snake through jungles filled with indigenous tribes.⁠
⁠
Watery passageways full of piranas.⁠
⁠
Possibly even lost cities of gold and buried treasure. ⁠
⁠
What do YOU think of when you hear "the Amazon River?"

Ever wonder what the Amazon River looks like?⁠
⁠
Now you know.⁠
⁠
Well, at least this is what it looks like near Iquitos, Peru.⁠
⁠
There are certainly many parts of the river that snake through jungles filled with indigenous tribes.⁠
⁠
Watery passageways full of piranas.⁠
⁠
Possibly even lost cities of gold and buried treasure. ⁠
⁠
What do YOU think of when you hear "the Amazon River?" ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 6

15 years later, I still remember making this photo ... ⁠
⁠
Waiting for the boat to be in the center of the opening in the rails. ⁠
⁠
Trying to position the sun to also be centered.⁠
⁠
Hoping the seagull didn't move.⁠
⁠
In the end, none of the things aligned perfectly ...⁠
⁠
And, it's still one of my favorite photos from that trip to Key West, Florida.

15 years later, I still remember making this photo ... ⁠
⁠
Waiting for the boat to be in the center of the opening in the rails. ⁠
⁠
Trying to position the sun to also be centered.⁠
⁠
Hoping the seagull didn't move.⁠
⁠
In the end, none of the things aligned perfectly ...⁠
⁠
And, it's still one of my favorite photos from that trip to Key West, Florida. ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 5

As the dark night slowly fades and transforms into a dimly-lit misty haze, you gaze at the clouds and wonder if you will actually be able to see Machu Picchu. ⁠
⁠
Then, as if waved away by the hand of Pachamama herself, the ocean of white gives way to the majestic sight before you.⁠
⁠
First, you see the mountaintop of Hyana Picchu.⁠
⁠
Moments later, the entire mountain comes into view. ⁠
⁠
It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for ...⁠
⁠
Machu Picchu, unveiled before you at last.⁠
⁠
As sunrise casts away night’s shadow, golden rays of light illuminate the ancient citadel. ⁠
⁠
Buildings and stones are covered by a gentle yellow hue, while a florescent green aura envelops the surrounding mountains.⁠
⁠
Fog and clouds continue to swirl above, demonstrating how the ruins remained undiscovered for centuries. ⁠
⁠
You alternate between taking photographs, taking it all in and jumping around like a kid who just got a new bike for your birthday. ⁠
⁠
Excitement fills every fiber of your being.⁠
⁠
Surrounding you is a sea of movement — as your fellow Inca Trail trekkers search for the perfect vantage point, set up tripods, chat, snack, take selfies, and share their awe and gratitude for this amazing experience.⁠
⁠
Now, all that’s left is finishing the last 30 minutes of the Inca Trail, getting your Inca Trail passport stamped, and finally exploring the Incan citadel of Machu Picchu.⁠
⁠
📸 PHOTO SPECS 📸⁠
⁠
1/125 second exposure⁠
f/5.6⁠
ISO 500⁠
⁠
Nikon D800⁠
28-300mm lens @ 145mm

As the dark night slowly fades and transforms into a dimly-lit misty haze, you gaze at the clouds and wonder if you will actually be able to see Machu Picchu. ⁠
⁠
Then, as if waved away by the hand of Pachamama herself, the ocean of white gives way to the majestic sight before you.⁠
⁠
First, you see the mountaintop of Hyana Picchu.⁠
⁠
Moments later, the entire mountain comes into view. ⁠
⁠
It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for ...⁠
⁠
Machu Picchu, unveiled before you at last.⁠
⁠
As sunrise casts away night’s shadow, golden rays of light illuminate the ancient citadel. ⁠
⁠
Buildings and stones are covered by a gentle yellow hue, while a florescent green aura envelops the surrounding mountains.⁠
⁠
Fog and clouds continue to swirl above, demonstrating how the ruins remained undiscovered for centuries. ⁠
⁠
You alternate between taking photographs, taking it all in and jumping around like a kid who just got a new bike for your birthday. ⁠
⁠
Excitement fills every fiber of your being.⁠
⁠
Surrounding you is a sea of movement — as your fellow Inca Trail trekkers search for the perfect vantage point, set up tripods, chat, snack, take selfies, and share their awe and gratitude for this amazing experience.⁠
⁠
Now, all that’s left is finishing the last 30 minutes of the Inca Trail, getting your Inca Trail passport stamped, and finally exploring the Incan citadel of Machu Picchu.⁠
⁠
📸 PHOTO SPECS 📸⁠
⁠
1/125 second exposure⁠
f/5.6⁠
ISO 500⁠
⁠
Nikon D800⁠
28-300mm lens @ 145mm ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 5

Everyone comes back from India with the same photo of the Taj Mahal. ⁠
⁠
But, what about the tuk tuk taxi you rode to get there? ⁠
⁠
Did you snap a pic of the ticket office? What about your feet walking on the majestic marble floor?⁠
⁠
Friends, family, and followers want to see YOUR experience ... not just a guidebook recap. ⁠
⁠
They want to dive into the details and see a visual version of the story they’re reading. ⁠
⁠
This is what brings your journey to life. ⁠
⁠
Photographic Storytelling makes the ordinary extraordinary.⁠
⁠
By fusing words and images, you can create a comprehensive narrative that transforms viewers into armchair adventurers.⁠
⁠
How?⁠
⁠
When you leave your home or hotel, think about the story you want to tell. ⁠
⁠
What photos would complement your words? ⁠
⁠
How can you show the 5 senses? ⁠
⁠
Plan as much as possible - then, let inspiration take over. ⁠
⁠
Photograph without limits. ⁠
⁠
Delete without mercy.⁠
⁠
To learn more, check out "From Taking Photos to Making Memories."⁠
⁠
Let a National Geographic Storyteller show you how to ...⁠
⁠
✔️ Ignite your creative spark at home.⁠
⁠
✔️ Create captivating photographs that stand out in a crowd.⁠
⁠
✔️ Share the stories behind your photos on social media, a website, or in a book.⁠
⁠
✔️ Organize your photo library.⁠
⁠
✔️ Inspire loved ones with your life's journey⁠
⁠
✔️ Stay connected in a disconnected world.⁠
⁠
Want to learn more?⁠
Link in bio

Everyone comes back from India with the same photo of the Taj Mahal. ⁠
⁠
But, what about the tuk tuk taxi you rode to get there? ⁠
⁠
Did you snap a pic of the ticket office? What about your feet walking on the majestic marble floor?⁠
⁠
Friends, family, and followers want to see YOUR experience ... not just a guidebook recap. ⁠
⁠
They want to dive into the details and see a visual version of the story they’re reading. ⁠
⁠
This is what brings your journey to life. ⁠
⁠
Photographic Storytelling makes the ordinary extraordinary.⁠
⁠
By fusing words and images, you can create a comprehensive narrative that transforms viewers into armchair adventurers.⁠
⁠
How?⁠
⁠
When you leave your home or hotel, think about the story you want to tell. ⁠
⁠
What photos would complement your words? ⁠
⁠
How can you show the 5 senses? ⁠
⁠
Plan as much as possible - then, let inspiration take over. ⁠
⁠
Photograph without limits. ⁠
⁠
Delete without mercy.⁠
⁠
To learn more, check out "From Taking Photos to Making Memories."⁠
⁠
Let a National Geographic Storyteller show you how to ...⁠
⁠
✔️ Ignite your creative spark at home.⁠
⁠
✔️ Create captivating photographs that stand out in a crowd.⁠
⁠
✔️ Share the stories behind your photos on social media, a website, or in a book.⁠
⁠
✔️ Organize your photo library.⁠
⁠
✔️ Inspire loved ones with your life's journey⁠
⁠
✔️ Stay connected in a disconnected world.⁠
⁠
Want to learn more?⁠
Link in bio ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 3

I never planned to drive all of Route 66. ⁠
⁠
The year was 2009 and I was moving from New York to California. I wanted to hit a little of Route 66 - then head north to ride the Oregon Trail.⁠
⁠
After 5 days on The Mother Road, I knew I had to finish the drive.⁠
⁠
While I loved the Americana, "world's largest XYZ," and following stretches of original road ... my favorite photographic subject were all the amazing neon signs.⁠
⁠
This particular one was my home for one evening.⁠
⁠
Pretty sure the room hasn't been remodeled since the 1950s ... which is exactly what I wanted.⁠
⁠
A little slice of nostalgia and authenticity while I got my kicks on Route 66.⁠
⁠
Have YOU ever stayed in an old-fashioned motel?

I never planned to drive all of Route 66. ⁠
⁠
The year was 2009 and I was moving from New York to California. I wanted to hit a little of Route 66 - then head north to ride the Oregon Trail.⁠
⁠
After 5 days on The Mother Road, I knew I had to finish the drive.⁠
⁠
While I loved the Americana, "world's largest XYZ," and following stretches of original road ... my favorite photographic subject were all the amazing neon signs.⁠
⁠
This particular one was my home for one evening.⁠
⁠
Pretty sure the room hasn't been remodeled since the 1950s ... which is exactly what I wanted.⁠
⁠
A little slice of nostalgia and authenticity while I got my kicks on Route 66.⁠
⁠
Have YOU ever stayed in an old-fashioned motel? ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 2

Age has no meaning ... and here's one of my favorite stories as to why ...⁠
⁠
In 2014, my wife and I were visiting Isla del Sol in Lake Titicaca, Bolivia.⁠
⁠
While on the island, we wanted to visit the gold museum.⁠
⁠
Upon arriving, a very friendly senior citizen asked for our tickets ...⁠
⁠
We had no tickets ...⁠
⁠
Befuddled, he didn't know what to do.⁠
⁠
So, he asked us to wait while he went and got his superior.⁠
⁠
As we waited, Carrie and I wondered who this elderly man considered his superior.⁠
⁠
Turns out, it was a 10-year-old girl.⁠
⁠
Because of course it was!

Age has no meaning ... and here's one of my favorite stories as to why ...⁠
⁠
In 2014, my wife and I were visiting Isla del Sol in Lake Titicaca, Bolivia.⁠
⁠
While on the island, we wanted to visit the gold museum.⁠
⁠
Upon arriving, a very friendly senior citizen asked for our tickets ...⁠
⁠
We had no tickets ...⁠
⁠
Befuddled, he didn't know what to do.⁠
⁠
So, he asked us to wait while he went and got his superior.⁠
⁠
As we waited, Carrie and I wondered who this elderly man considered his superior.⁠
⁠
Turns out, it was a 10-year-old girl.⁠
⁠
Because of course it was! ...

adventuresofagoodman

Apr 2

“Get any good photos,” my friend asked? 📸⁠
⁠
“Define good,” I replied. ⁠
⁠
After five minutes of squatting down in a field of pokey plants, I had dozens of photos from every possible camera angle. ⁠
⁠
I was excited about a few and looking forward to sharing them on s0cial medla. ⁠
⁠
But, my friend’s question really made me think.⁠
⁠
There are so many ways to define “good” in both photography and life.⁠
⁠
As you see in the gallery, I got some pretty nice photos.⁠
⁠
Nothing spectacular … but, I thoroughly enjoyed the creative process.⁠
⁠
I relished the experience of immersing myself in my art and seen how close my camera lens could get to the image I saw in my head.⁠
⁠
Going in, I didn’t expect any images to join the ranks of my all-time favorite photos.⁠
⁠
It was the middle of the day with harsh light in an interesting - but not spectacular - setting. ⁠
⁠
So yes, to answer her question, “I got good photos.”⁠
⁠
I am happy with what I’m sharing here.⁠
⁠
And …⁠
⁠
After I click publish, they probably will all be forgotten.⁠
⁠
Lost to the digital sands of time.⁠
⁠
And that’s totally OK.⁠
⁠
I had fun.⁠
⁠
That’s all that matters.⁠
⁠
Not every day of our life is going to make our Top 5 list. ⁠
⁠
Not every photo is going to be published in National Geographic.⁠
⁠
Out of the 107 photos I made yesterday, the one I will cherish most is one of me and my son, Bodhi.⁠
⁠
I was sitting in a field of purple flowers while my wife snapped a few photos of me smelling them.⁠
⁠
Bodhi came over to see what we were doing and I invited him to sit on my knee for a photo. ⁠
⁠
Usually, Bodhi says no and runs away in these scenarios.⁠
⁠
Yesterday, he was all for it.⁠
⁠
Yay to life!⁠
⁠
So I’ll end this with a question …⁠
⁠
Get any good photos lately?⁠
⁠
Would love to see something you’re excited to share down in the place where you share stuff 👇

“Get any good photos,” my friend asked? 📸⁠
⁠
“Define good,” I replied. ⁠
⁠
After five minutes of squatting down in a field of pokey plants, I had dozens of photos from every possible camera angle. ⁠
⁠
I was excited about a few and looking forward to sharing them on s0cial medla. ⁠
⁠
But, my friend’s question really made me think.⁠
⁠
There are so many ways to define “good” in both photography and life.⁠
⁠
As you see in the gallery, I got some pretty nice photos.⁠
⁠
Nothing spectacular … but, I thoroughly enjoyed the creative process.⁠
⁠
I relished the experience of immersing myself in my art and seen how close my camera lens could get to the image I saw in my head.⁠
⁠
Going in, I didn’t expect any images to join the ranks of my all-time favorite photos.⁠
⁠
It was the middle of the day with harsh light in an interesting - but not spectacular - setting. ⁠
⁠
So yes, to answer her question, “I got good photos.”⁠
⁠
I am happy with what I’m sharing here.⁠
⁠
And …⁠
⁠
After I click publish, they probably will all be forgotten.⁠
⁠
Lost to the digital sands of time.⁠
⁠
And that’s totally OK.⁠
⁠
I had fun.⁠
⁠
That’s all that matters.⁠
⁠
Not every day of our life is going to make our Top 5 list. ⁠
⁠
Not every photo is going to be published in National Geographic.⁠
⁠
Out of the 107 photos I made yesterday, the one I will cherish most is one of me and my son, Bodhi.⁠
⁠
I was sitting in a field of purple flowers while my wife snapped a few photos of me smelling them.⁠
⁠
Bodhi came over to see what we were doing and I invited him to sit on my knee for a photo. ⁠
⁠
Usually, Bodhi says no and runs away in these scenarios.⁠
⁠
Yesterday, he was all for it.⁠
⁠
Yay to life!⁠
⁠
So I’ll end this with a question …⁠
⁠
Get any good photos lately?⁠
⁠
Would love to see something you’re excited to share down in the place where you share stuff 👇 ...

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