Band Photos and Learning Curves

Being a musician I really enjoy taking photos of musicians. I have had some awesome opportunities for that at the Nantahala Brewing Company. Recently, some friends of mine asked me to help with some band photos. I am not accustomed to taking photos of musicians who know they are having their picture made. It took some getting used to. A learning curve for sure. They were patient and kind. However, something else I learned from this experience was not to upload my photos into some random program and then delete them off my camera! I took massive images and it downsized them to 72dpi. No good. Unfortunately, that means I have done that to several rounds of photos. That's ok, lesson learned. With all the said, here are a few of my favorites from that day.

This picture of fiddler, Sally Anne Morgan, was my overall favorite. 

Just a quick glance and she stuck out her fiddle. Nice.

photos of The Freight Hoppers by Liz Nance Bryson City, NC 2013

truth and love

last night i started writing out what i would say. i felt like i was writing a speech. i felt like i was trying to fit a big story of my life onto a single piece of steno paper. it wasn't happening. i got through the, "good evening and thank you for joining me" yadda yadda "supporting the arts" yadda yadda. it all seemed so cold and heartless. so i decided to just write an outline, something to keep me on topic. something to keep me going with an order of events. but life doesn't always happen in any particular order and stories need flashbacks and foreshadowing to be told. my friend jeff asked how much of the story i would tell. my answer was, "all of it". he asked if any of my family would be there. of course not. mainly because of distance, but mostly because they still don't want to acknowledge the "all of it" part. how do you tell a story that others in the story won't tell? how do you share truth when others in the story don't see it as that or aren't ready to accept it as such? how do you expose skeletons when the closet has such guarded locks? tonight i will chance losing touch with family that i love dearly. tonight i will chance ousting myself. tonight i will chance hurting someone to possible save others. tonight i will choose truth. tonight i will choose love.

art and music for survivors

november 23rd is

international survivors of suicide day.

please join me at the grove church 

in bryson city, nc

let me share my story of survival

with you through original

art & music

doors open at 6pm with time for viewing and visiting

music will start around 7pm

for more info please email me

usedmuses@gmail.com

short poem #4

the pictures sent of bones in closets

the rug is coming off the floor

the clues are hitting you from your past

black top roads to memories paved

with a troubled mind to lead the way

formed with a nonsensical idea

that these things were ok

short poem #3

dirty water filling tubs with rings

sins washed out but won't go down

a clogged memory of a drain

sitting in the tepid water 

is causing me to be luke warm

written by liz nance

feb. 13, 2011