Michael Kelley didn’t graduate from a photo school, didn’t take photo classes and if you met him right out of college, he would have told you he was going to be a professional snowboarder. He was already well on his way. He had spent most of his adolescence and teenage years honing the skill and was winning trophies. He was good, appearing at the US Open, New Zealand Open, and placed 22nd in the US Nationals. But looking back now, Mike insists he is a “failed professional snowboarder.” The unavoidable injuries took their toll, and he felt like he wasn’t going to be where he wanted to be.
So when a friend of a friend was looking for someone to photograph their home that was about to go on the market, Mike jumped at the opportunity. “I had a camera and some knoweldge,” he said. “How hard could it be?” He…
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A wintry day in school,
Learning by wrote, conformance is rule,
Everyone seems to catch on in class,
But I, who yet again forgets homework, detention alas!
At lunch I play alone,
A snow cannonball aimed for my head,
Missed by a few inches,
This whole school thing is way overblown,
Mom is in hospital,
A problem gynecological,
Should be back in a week?
She is so far, we can’t see her, nor speak.
Dad makes egg omelet yet again,
Outside snow falls thick,
Dear God, bring mommy back, Amen,
My sister breaks her tooth.
Next morning I feign sickness,
Dad is too clever to fool,
He packs us lunch and sends us off to school,
Wrapped up in woolens, snow shoes, and beanie hats.
Andrea is my only friend,
I walk with my head down; won’t confide nor vent,
It’s been longer than a week, why won’t she come…
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