Skip to main content

Bigger In Texas

So...as you may or may not know, I'm currently in Houston, TX for work. I'm working on a new store that we're opening and I flew in last week.

That sets the background that you need (and may or may not prevent the who gives a rip moment you may or may not have).

I have mentioned it before, but in my hobby of photography, I have been blessed to be friends with the photographers who inspire me. Jerry Kuamoo, all of the friends I've made through Help Portrait, and one other that always inspires me when I see his work.

Tommy Lyles of Signal2noisephotography. He's based out of Houston (there's your A-ha moment).
Cool thing about this recent trip is I got to actually have a day off AND I got to meet up with Tommy.

We'd been Facebook friends for several years, courtesy of our mutual friend Bee.

We hit a cool bar Saturday night called Neil's Bahr.  If I lived in Houston, I would be there all the time. The place had such a geek vibe that I clicked with it instantly.

It's always a weird thing when you meet an inspiration face to face. I haven't seen a photo that Tommy's shot yet that hasn't in some way inspired me. I see amazing depth in his photography and the ability to capture so much. His shots are art.  It's very cool to me to witness.

So...it was a little...well, weird for me. I don't know if star struck was the word. It wasn't like that, really. The whole evening I was pretty much marveling in how many things in the universe fell in to place so that Tommy and I could be drinking kick ass Houston beer on what he described as one of the perfect Houston nights. To extrapolate it out was kind of mind blowing. And left me with one conclusion....I need another beer.

OK. Two conclusions. There are no coincidences or accidents where people are involved.

And....several times in the evening, the world just got ridiculously smaller. Turns out that Tommy's cousin is someone I gradated high school with.

It was a trippy but cool evening. And I even got a couple cool shots of the Houston Skyline (as well as some kick ass shots by Tommy of Super Action Action Man.

It's not easy traveling. I don't do it much, but going to a city for a week or more and not knowing anyone is kind of rough.  I have to say that it was much better than I could have ever thought.

And, like I said, it was one of those times when you know there's a higher power.

And don't even get me started on watching the Brown's game with Tommy's family.

Beyond words. The feeling of how they welcomed me in to their home was truly beyond words.

Work is going well, we'll be on track for the store opening, but that's not going to be what I remember most about this trip.

No, what I will remember is that a friend, met online, and then in person became someone that I can truly call friend (not just in the way that people think they have friends on Facebook). And that to me is pretty cool. I had a smile for 2 days straight marveling at how amazing the universe is.

I know that this is kind of a departure from my normal writing, but I just felt that I needed to express my appreciation for the friendship and hospitality shown me. It was bigger than I could have ever imagined. That's Texas for you, I guess.

-A.T.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Marriage Material??

I had a friend call me today, fuming. I consider myself a good listener on most days. Considering that I was out of town on a work trip and doing absolutely nothing in my hotel room, my listening game was on-point.

She recounted the exchange that sent her off. I will spare you some of the more personal details, but the gist was, at one point, the dude-bro she was talking to flat out told her that she wasn’t marriage material.

Torn between wanting to be a supportive friend and being completely gobsmacked, I felt her frustration. No. That’s not quite right. I didn’t feel the same frustration she felt. I’m approaching what some consider middle age. I’m white. I’m primarily interested in women. Oh, and I have a penis. So...no, I can never truly feel the same frustration she was feeling. Or an anger that comes from the same place her anger came from. No matter how in touch I am witn my feminine side (whatever the fuck that actually means).

Instead, the frustration and anger I was feeling w…

Post Con-Fusion

It's 5:40 AM on a Wednesday. I have been up for an hour. I have an outline for a work in progress that I intended to work on this morning. I was in the middle of a chapter that I started at lunch and had every intention of continuing this morning. But, much like me, it seems the characters wanted to sleep in today. They wanted to just hunker under the covers as the rain danced its hypnotic melody on my roof. The swoosh swoosh swoosh of the ceiling fan keeping time with the rest of the nocturnal orchestra.

So, I shifted gears. I am taking  a course on getting more words on the page. Something that I want to do need to do if I am to get all of these books that are floating around in my head out in to the world. It's not so much that I think the whole world will love and adore them, although I certainly hope that is the case. No, it's more the fact that it's getting crowded up there. I need to get these words on the page for my own sanity as much as anything else.

Sanity,…

The Kindness of Strangers

This post is going to be a little bit all over the place. If you know me, you are probably used to that by now. If you don't know me, welcome. My name is Todd. I'll be your slightly insecure author and docent on this tour of randomness we call Todd's Mind.

I am going to get a little real, and probably a little raw here today. I would normally be terrified of that. Of exposing myself to the world at large. But in looking at the stats for this blog in the 22weeks or so since I've left Facebook, the reality, I'm exposing myself to about 10 of you. Less if some of you come back and re-read some of the posts. So...yeah. Here goes.

I can count on 1 finger the number of times including today where I have run out of gas. Not talking about pulling into the gas station on vapors, but actually having the car die and coast to a stop because that life-giving dead dinosaur juice was no longer in the tank.

One time.

Today.

It's my own fault. I don't like to admit when I&#…