Author: Kris Roley

  • Surfers, 88th St VB, Sept 20th 2021

    About This Photo:

    Canon T5i, 62mm f/5.6 1/80

    On the North End, there’s no one to tell you that you can’t surf.

    I honestly can’t remember if we were dealing with a Tropical event out at sea on this day, but clearly business had picked up. These were not the only dudes out for a session that day, but the rest of the pack were several streets down from us. I think they were worried of crossing into Fort Story by accident, so they moved on down the beach.

  • Colorful Neptune, 31st St, Sept 19th 2021

    About This Photo:

    Canon T5i, 50mm, f/4.5 1/400

    Something a little different than my usual shots of The Big Guy.

    I almost want to photoshop some white earbuds on it, but so far I’ve resisted the urge.

    With the exception of my beloved seagulls, Neptune (and his little bro on the Eastern Shore in Cape Charles) is by far the thing I’ve captured the most. I have a feeling I won’t be done with him for a while.

    It’s more about the canvas than the painting with him.

  • Shot & Chaser, 31st St, Sept 19th 2021

    About This Photo:

    Canon T5i, 85mm f/4.5 1/125

    Two good doggos with a very talkative owner that wanted me to take a picture of the dogs, while I was setting up a shot of Neptune. I missed the shot of Neptune I wanted, and I probably have to wait a year to get another shot at it.

    Good dogs, tho.

  • Storm Clouds, August 13th 2021 Lynnhaven Parkway, Virginia Beach

    About This Photo:

    iPhone 12 1.5mm f/2.4 1/160

    Sometimes you’re at the 7-11, and you see impending doom. Happens all the time, right?

    Or is that just my block?

  • Road To Nowhere, Mackay Island, Aug 13th, 2021

    About This Photo:

    iPhone 12, 4.2 mm, f/5.6 1/150

    “There’s a city in my mind
    Come along and take that ride
    And it’s all right, baby it’s all right

    And it’s very far away
    But it’s growing day by day
    And it’s all right, baby it’s all right

    Would you like to come along?
    You could help me sing this song
    And it’s all right, baby it’s all right

    They can tell you what to do
    But they’ll make a fool of you
    And it’s all right, baby it’s all right

    We’re on a road to nowhere”.

    —Talking Heads

  • The Rise Of The Mid-Life Creative

    It’s 6:00 AM on a Monday, and millions of people stare at their bathroom mirrors, dreading what will happen in the next few hours. All over the world, people will clock in at a job they hate that makes them feel dissatisfied, which has taken over so much of their personal lives that they feel empty.

    Of course, it hasn’t always been this way. When we were younger, we bought into several ideas that we learned in school, that our parents taught us, and that society held as truth. If you show up and work hard, your contributions will be rewarded. In the world of our parents and those before them, that world did exist. But that world doesn’t exist anymore for many people staring at that mirror at 6:00 AM on a Monday.

    The pandemic has changed the meaning of work for everyone. That’s not surprising. What is surprising is the insistence by some companies — or, better to say, the upper management of some companies — that nothing has changed despite the evidence and would like to return to the business model that suits them best. If successful, it would be one of the only times the toothpaste has been returned to the tube successfully.

    For one group, the pandemic has caused more than just a redefinition of work but also a reprioritization of work related to the rest of their lives and the kind of work they’d like to be doing. So after years of working at jobs with little to no advancement, recognition, or reward, they leave those jobs, deciding to keep their talents at home and use them to benefit themselves. They are writers, photographers, podcasters, audio editors, video editors, graphic artists, etc. They are creatives. They are in their 40s and 50s. They have set a new course for themselves after half a life of doing something that didn’t fulfill their need to Be.

    They are Mid-Life Creatives, and I am just one of this great talent migration, and this movement isn’t going to go away. Here’s why.

    No security

    One of my grandfathers worked for General Motors for decades, the other for American Airlines. My wife’s grandfather worked for Ford. It was a different time back then when a company hired you, and you had job security. Workers had rights, and there were strong unions to protect those rights.

    Today, job security is an illusion. The days of working 40 years for one company for a gold watch and a pension at the end is gone. Not only that, but the world of at-will employment now means that we can arrive to work one day, and they advise us that our services are no longer needed. Not for any performance or disciplinary issues but simply because the company needs to cut its budget.

    So, why continue to believe that lie and that worker protections will ever be strengthened, and unions will be reinvigorated? That job security will ever be more than an illusion?

    No retirement

    The previous generations had the security of Social Security and Pensions to fall back on in their retirement years. Then, in 1978, Congress established 401k plans. But unfortunately, while 401k plans offer workers the ability to save for their retirement, we have often seen how less stable they are compared to pensions over the past twenty years. That’s because 401ks are tied directly to market performance, and defined benefit plans like pensions aren’t.

    The market would like to tell you that overall the performance of the market is bullish in the long term. Still, we’ve seen stories of people on the verge of retirement having their savings wiped out, as well as stories of the fees on withdrawing money — even after retirement — taking up to and over half of a retiree’s savings. The very design of 401k’s lets the gamblers play with the house money and keep as much of it as possible.

    In addition, the previous generation had Social Security to add to their income in their golden years. So we all pay into this system. Still, people of my age and younger can’t expect Social Security to be there when we retire as the previous generation continues to deplete it faster than the tax base pays to keep it solvent.

    So, knowing this, why continue believing in the illusion of retirement when the system won’t be there for us?

    No equality

    The American Dream is just as much a melting pot of ideas as America is a melting pot of people. However, the overall concept is that everyone has an opportunity to succeed. You’re promised the same shot as the person next to you. However, that’s not true for a myriad of reasons.

    We live, whether we choose to admit it or not, in a classist, sexist, and racist system. A ruling class has set up this system to benefit themselves by transferring wealth to their coffers and keeping it through monetary and social policy. That same ruling class tells us that we can have a seat at the table if we follow the rules, but the rules keep changing. They also tell us that the reason we don’t already have a seat at the table is that there’s a set of people trying to take that seat away from us. So instead of fighting the ruling class, we fight that set of people. In truth, they aren’t fighting us; they’re trying to follow those same rules. The ruling class sets us against each other, and when we fight, they win.

    There will never be class, gender, or income equality in our system. Despite years of happy talk about the American Dream and have equal opportunity to sit at the table, the ruling class doesn’t want that to happen. So why continue to believe the lie, and hope that the people in power will do anything about it?

    Now, that’s a lot of negativity thrown at the Powers That Be. It’s harsh, and some of you may not take the same view I do. But, we can agree that whatever you believe, the pandemic has changed much about how business works.

    After 18 months of the world on pause, we’ve learned a few things. First, the pandemic made us realize that:

    Businesses are not families

    The corporate line that “We’re a family” is hogwash. It’s time we stop believing it. We’re cogs in a piece of massive machinery, and we’re replaceable. I’ve had to learn this lesson twice.

    You can work over 40 hours a week for a company habitually, have excellent performance reviews, participate in corporate activities, volunteer for corporate initiatives, be appreciated by your colleagues, and still be on the chopping block if the company decides you’re no longer needed.

    There is nothing ‘family’ about that.

    The Status Quo is gone

    Had they made an effort to keep their human capital during the pandemic, the status quo would have been maintained. But, now that things are angling back towards normal, they would like you to forget that for the past 18 months, we still did the job. It doesn’t work for them, you see. It doesn’t work for them because this ‘family’ doesn’t trust you any farther than they can throw their server room. No, they need you back here in the office so they can ensure you’re doing the job you’ve been doing all along. That’s what works for them.

    But, what works for them doesn’t necessarily work for us. This long-term experiment in telework, which many businesses swore was not feasible, became a success. Millions of people learned they don’t have to spend hours in traffic, spend thousands on daycare and gasoline, or eat the gas station sub for lunch. Many of us no longer have to punch out to go to the bathroom, to be interrogated afterward about why we’ve spent so much time being ‘unproductive’.

    We choose to live

    We’ve finally realized that the final element of this Information Economy that we live in is the shedding of one of the Industrial Economy’s last elements: The need to centralize. You and I get it, but business hasn’t grasped it yet. Until they do, the Great Migration will continue, and many more people like me will find something else to do because we’ve realized that we can choose to live a life where our career doesn’t suck the life out of us. We can choose to do something for ourselves if the career path we’ve been on no longer brings us joy. We can choose to live and do something that calls to us and fulfills our need to Be.

    Final Thoughts

    Now is the time for the work-from-home employee. The independent worker. The freelance worker. It is part of the future promised to us but never realized. It is a future we need to fight for now because, with no protections, no retirement, and no equality, the risk is the same. If that is true, then we should act in our self-interest precisely the way a business operates in theirs.

    It’s our time now. Let’s embrace it.

  • Photography Was The Best Thing To Happen To Our Marriage

    My wife and I celebrate our 27th Anniversary this year. Every year, it continues to blow my mind that two people so diametrically opposed finding ways to keep making this work. Years ago, a musician I’m very fond of coined a term for pulling off a seemingly impossible task. He looked at a large stage that would resume its primary duty as a city skyline the next day. He called the act of turning that expanse of buildings into a show the equivalent of “making a steamroller fly.”

    I love that phrase.

    You could argue that anything hard worth achieving is on the level of making a steamroller fly.

    Still, it seems so appropriate in our case. If opposites attract, Mother Nature pulled off a miracle in our case. My wife is more thoughtful and calm, and I am a pinball made flesh. I love the ocean and will move back to the Caribbean tomorrow. My wife would love to live in a log cabin in the country with no neighbors. My wife loves Autumn. I think seasons are overrated and believe that if it’s too cold to waterski naked, it’s too cold.

    There was an age before the internet, friends. Right now, you should be extremely thankful for that.

    My wife and I are, in many ways, polar opposites. She cross-stitches, reads fantasy novels, and plays video games without apparent end. On the other hand, I podcast, love professional wrestling, and Cyberpunk stories. The last time I played a video game, it required a quarter.

    Yet it works, and I’m glad it does.

    The Week Of Fun

    The Week of Fun is my cute little name for the days between the 20th and 24th of July. I generally take the week that encompasses it off. You see, the 20th is my wife’s birthday, the 21st is our Anniversary, and the 24th is my birthday.

    At the time, the bank I worked for declined my request to take either birthday off due to availability. But, for some reason, they had no trouble with me taking the entire week off if I was getting married. So that’s what we did, and that’s how it started.

    In 2014, I worked for a camera company, and the photography bug returned and hit me hard. I found a really great deal on a DSLR and two lenses at a pawn shop, and I was off. I was going out to different places and shooting, mainly by myself.

    Up to this point in our marriage, the wife and I had never had a shared hobby. We’re very much the square peg in the round hole in many ways, and it had never occurred to me that she might like to come along.

    So when she mentioned that she might want to do that, I was more than happy to oblige. I found a decent camera for her birthday, and we went shooting. That opened up a lot of doors. Soon we were driving up the Eastern Shore to Ocean City for the weekend and finding many things to shoot along the way.

    Photography is part of every weekend, and it’s the best thing to ever happen to us.

    Now, we find ourselves thinking of new places to go and things to shoot. Moreover, it turned out that photography was a gateway to finding ways to make our relationship stronger.

    We Time

    We’ve been married 27 years in July, and we’ve raised three neuro-divergent children, both of us with full-time jobs. So to say that there hasn’t been a lot of time where it’s just been Kim and I is a bit of an understatement.

    Regarding photography time, it’s a scheduled time that’s just us. After raising three kids, each of us having a job, and of course, the past 15 months, in particular, it’s time for us just to go do something and be together.

    On the shore, in the woods, or just long rides in the car to get where we’re going, it’s just us, and it’s an opportunity to reconnect with what it was that made this wonderful.

    In situations like ours where there’s very little time or energy to do anything after kids are in bed, it’s easy to grab a book or a screen and check out.

    Also, sometimes you just need to have ‘neutral corners’ if you’ve been having a disagreement. Indeed, we’ve done both those things, but what I have found is that the scheduled time on Saturday has given way to other things. Maybe one night, I’ll not bury myself in creative work. She’ll not find herself in a video game she can’t get out of, and we’ll sit in the living room and just watch more of a series we’ve found on the streaming service. Or we’ll go back and watch a movie I’ve never seen (of which there are plenty; I only just watched The Fellowship of The Ring for the first time). Or we’ll work out where the next adventure will be early in the week.

    Communications Aid

    Here’s one thing about me that some people find surprising: Negativity affects me profoundly. Conflict elicits an actual fight or flight response due to how I was raised, and flight is the option I choose most of the time. So I will hide from it if I can.

    Now, my wife and I don’t argue much. That’s not to say we haven’t, because that’s silly. All couples have disagreements, and that’s why I embrace the concept of the neutral corner I wrote about earlier. That said, there have been times I have been hesitant to say something for fear it would start a disagreement. That’s a communication breakdown, and it’s one that was on me to fix. The problem was I didn’t know how to fix it. I didn’t have the tools.

    Then, one day while we were shooting, I had a great shot of a heron and limited time to get it before it took off. My wife was in the shot, and I had a choice. Take the pic with her in it, ask her to move, or just forget about it.

    This one sentence made everything else easier.

    “Could you move, please? You’re in my shot.”

    It doesn’t sound like much, but that was really hard for me to do. Thankfully, my wife knew this about me and understood. She graciously moved aside so I could get the picture. This was a massive breakthrough for me, and I told her this.

    After that, it became much easier to talk to each other about other things and not listen to the kid in my head that was scared about bad reactions or hurt feelings.

    Future Plans

    Planning the weekend shoots has led to thinking of long-term projects we’d like to do. For example, I’d like to go and shoot Tangier Island, a small island in the middle of the Chesapeake Bay. It’s a unique place that is slowly sinking into the bay. I’d like to chronicle life on that island before it becomes impossible. A longer-term project is to do the same for small coastal towns along the East Coast, not unlike my hometown of Machias, Maine.

    This is notable because we’ve lived paycheck to paycheck for most of the time we’ve been married. So we have resigned ourselves to the belief that future plans aren’t a luxury you can afford. However, it turns out that future plans aren’t a luxury; it’s a motivators. It’s a goal to set and then figure out the finances and logistics to make that happen. We agree that it’s complicated to travel much in our circumstances. Still, we’ve found a lot of fun and hope in the planning.

    Finding a shared hobby like photography made what was already a good relationship with my wife even stronger. I’m so happy we found something to enjoy together and new reasons to enjoy each other’s company even at this point in our marriage. I’m looking forward to many more Saturday morning shoots and future adventures.

  • Fronds, Red Wing Park, July 24th 2021

    About This Photo:

    Canon T5i, 55mm f5.6 1/80

    The framing of this photo makes it for me. There’s a beauty in the pattern.

    I love finding patterns in nature to shoot. Whether you believe that’s by chance or design, intelligent or not, it’s beautiful.

    “Wheels within wheels in a spiral array
    A pattern so grand and complex…” —Rush

  • On The Rocks, Red Wing Park July 24th, 2021

    About This Photo:

    Canon T5i, 18mm f/4.5 1/400

    There’s a sense of adventure here of conquering a pile of rocks (that probably shouldn’t have been conquered, but no harm done)

    What you only get a hint of in this photo is the giggles and absolute glee of this kid has he stamped over this pile of rocks to get to where you see him. Absolutely delightful.

  • Kim, 88th Street, Virginia Beach

    ABOUT THIS SHOT:

    Canon T5i

    18-55mm @50mm f/5.6 ISO 100

    Next week is our 27th Anniversary.

    I just want to make sure you know who the only person who willingly puts up with my flavor of crazy is.

    “Polarize me, sensitize me
    Criticize me, civilize me
    Compensate me, animate me
    Complicate me, elevate me”

    — Rush, “Animate”