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Here's a picture of me
and my dog Skippy. I'm the one on the left. The original is one of
those
old... okay, ancient sepia photos from a time long past -
somewhat
later than Daguerre. Napoleon wasn't long forgotten? It was taken
by my
father in our spacious tenement in beautiful downtown Aiken, South
Carolina. 
Yes,
there was electricity back then. My favorite aunt, Vonice
Hughes, gave me this beautiful puppy, who remained my constant
companion for
many years. Of course even then I also had a cat, to the consternation
of my grandfather.
Skippy was run over by a school bus while I yelled at him to chill his vehicle chasing habit. With an attending Baptist preacher, my father and I buried Skippy way in the back of the back yard of my aunt's house. The preacher allowed as how - since I'd asked - there would be no puppies in heaven. Mine nor anyone else's. In retrospect, we should've buried the preacher, and I thought so at the time but decided not to mention it. Any child knows there couldn't be much of a heaven without puppies, kittens and butterflies and the other beautiful creatures that keep this ol' world from being a bigger slice of hell than people've made it into. Anyway, I got a few other puppies, but ever since poor Skippy met his maker, or not, I've been a devoted cat person. And not even once have I adopted, or petted, or even given dog biscuits to any Baptist preachers. |
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| These days, besides petting other people's cats, I write books, click pictures, design brochures, catalogs, and other stuff for clients. And I diet off and on. Currently: off. I once wasted major amounts of spare (?) time playing classical guitar, but gave that up years ago in favor of playing CD's. I took up keyboards, too, and banjo. The banjo episode was the best. The neighbors paid me to go back to guitar pickin'. Now I'm workin' on relearning my ol' cornet skills. So far, I've decided two hours a month isn't enough practice time. |
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My favorite vocation and avocation is photography. Photos gratia artis. There's a whole section here where I show off, not even counting the Jay artshow pages. As you might expect, the official online Jay Family Album contains lots of portraits by me. Not much has survived the internal combustion of my dysfunctional family, so most of the album photos here are recent. In addition, my travels have yielded a trove of images for which the Smithsonian, or maybe the dumpster, will surely pine. Photographically, I lean toward a group of interests that I've developed over many years. Some are at long last ready for prime time. My series include a fashion shoot in the mountains near Helen, Georgia. No kidding, high fashion in the lush forest: some for art, some for commercial porpoises, but all fun. Then there's the Bard thing - Shakespearean drama regarding March's Ides in the amphitheatre at a city park. And of course the zoo. Not much finer than roaming around Riverbanks Zoo snapping away with the digital camera. Here's a page here to show off. My latest digital photo excursion recorded zinnias and a grasshopper (has nothing to do with martial arts). Check out the Summer Gallery. There's also a new page from my commercial portfolios, a collection of product pictures for Calli Purple Soaps and Stuff. This is all fancied up in a Flash/Javascript/XML web app, so if you don't have all that functional in your browser don't look. Jay's raison d'etre
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Meanwhile back
at the raunch, the third - the actual third! - chapter of
Jay's Unauthorized
Autobiography is here. That other
chapter that was in the works has now been relegated to Chapter Later
as it has not materialized even yet. Have a look, if you dare.
The Whateverth Chapter looms. If you think
it'll help (ha!), you can email encouragement, flu cures, magic
potions, incantations, invocations, provocations, extra fonts, and the
recipe for that celestial pudding (in case the escalating rent on this
dilapidating tenement comes due again).
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Jay the Photographer
The lady
in the picture is my mother. Without her I'd be nothing, to say the least. Alas, she's gone
to that Great Hair Salon in the Sky. The man on the left in this
picture is my step-father, James Logan. If you have a friend as good as
he, then you are fortunate indeed. This is a portrait by me, natch.
Snapped it with my 4x5 Calumet view camera in their den a couple of decades back.
