telling stories making pictures

Once upon a time I dreamed that my journalism degree might be just the ticket to a writing job.   Any ragtag, small-town newspaper in the Colorado mountains would do.  Instead, I landed at Colorado Magazine and hit the road on writing junkets to towns all over the Rocky Mountains.  My first dream job.  I picked up a camera and fell in love with photography and filmmaking, too.  The road forked to Manhattan and The Travel Channel, where I flew around the world producing, shooting and writing about remarkable people, places and cultures.  Paris. London. Barcelona.  Yeah.  You got the postcards, right? 

Later, how could I resist managing content development for the big-thinking little network, PLUM TV: eight television stations in some of the world's most beautiful island and mountain resorts.  Nantucket. Aspen. Miami Beach, etc.  Yup!  

But then, PBS to sent me to the wilderness, the backwoods, where I re-enacted the French And Indian War.  Bang, bang.  I learned how to make fake blood!  Obviously, this could only lead to a life of crime.  I got locked up with MSNBC, and without leaving Manhattan I traveled the forbidden roads of prison life, murder, human trafficking... yes, even politics.  Of course, there is always another beautiful destination for dreamers, another colorful story.  We find them, we tell them.  Sometimes we live them.