Posted by: Ed Foster Jr.
Two days after my sister’s soul took flight, I received an email advising me that I won the Grand Prize in the “Membership Brings Its Rewards Sweepstakes” sponsored by C. F. Martin & Co. At first, I thought it was a prank, but after speaking … Continue Reading →
Posted by: Ed Foster Jr.
Posted by: Ed Foster Jr.
Well, it did take longer than 32 minutes because when I caught site of Josh with Greensavers he was already about one-third of the way toward the summit of the Pacific island native. The brum-brum-brum-brrrrrrr sound of a chainsaw is unmistakable, though at first I … Continue Reading →
Posted by: Ed Foster Jr.
I’m working in my digital “darkroom” one afternoon last week when I hear the revved-up sound of a small cycle engine zipping down our street. Within seconds the sound returns, but from the opposite direction and then down again, and up again, again and again. … Continue Reading →
Posted by: Ed Foster Jr.
When I was 16 years old, I was fortunate to have a part-time job working in the News Photo Department of the St. Petersburg Times. One Sunday afternoon it was particularly quiet so I took the opportunity to learn by studying photo contest entries from … Continue Reading →
Posted by: Ed Foster Jr.
I labored in the skin-burning Florida sun during the summer of 1964 to save enough money to purchase my first professional camera. I was preparing to start my junior year of high school making photographs for the Teen Section of the St. Petersburg Evening Independent. … Continue Reading →
Posted by: Ed Foster Jr.
A few years prior to my stay at the Hermitage House in Ireland, Declan Brennan and his wife Breda shucked their executive attire and acquired an ailing bed and breakfast in her wee home village of Clogheen, County Tipperary. Just a short walk from where … Continue Reading →
Posted by: Ed Foster Jr.
My older sister took a shine to her nutcrackers. Not the really useful ones for revealing the meat of a nut, but carved and painted blocks of wood with spine controlled mandibles. It was mere hours before Christmas of 1985 when her precocious five-year-old spotted … Continue Reading →