December 7

Middle sees everything through a lens.
He makes a difficult decision, each morning. Will he commute with his camera or his laptop? His pack is too heavy to carry both every day.
Invariably, he'll report that he made the wrong choice - that the sky over the city had the most excellent light or that there was a team of fire fighters in front of his office or the perfect cloud cover was just outside his window and that he brought his laptop.
I have occasionally had the experience, with my brother B, wherein I feel as though his photos are exactly what I would have shot if I were seeing what B was seeing.
I rarely feel that way about Middle's photographs. Instead, I feel, when I see Middle's photos, as though he is always lucky enough to stumble across the most amazing scenes to take pictures of. Of course that's not true.
Middle doesn't stumble.
Middle sees and composes and thinks and frames and shoots.



I am biased and love his pictures and have no idea if he has talent. It's easier for me to tell you that he is talented at editing films or creating special effects as these skills seem, somehow, more measurable.
I can tell you that I admire him, that his life is enviable right now, and that today is his birthday.

We love you, Middle - and we'll see you tonight for steak and potatoes.