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My name is Josh McClary. I’m a photographer, filmmaker and writer living in Nashville, Tennessee. My focus is on capturing the simple things in life and presenting them in a manner that promotes tranquility and living life slowly.
I’m going to try hard not to divulge too much of the premiss of my novel, yet, but I want to talk a little about its inception and how it grew from a single spark into an explosion of tens of thousands of words that all came from my tiny little brain. Looking back, the transition from not writing a novel to writing a novel is fuzzy. What I do know is that
Ever since I can remember I’ve always wanted to write a novel; a sprawling epic with an immersive world full of characters who readers could feel and identify with. It was always just a spark of a notion in the back of my mind that would surface from time to time after reading a really good book, but I never had a story that felt like it had legs.
It’s been two long years since I’ve sat at this table overlooking the Atlantic coast. Well, this is actually a new table, as our beach house was renovated some time during the pandemic. I say our beach house like it’s actually ours, we’ve just been here so many times that it feels like its ours. Every year since I’ve known my wife,
I turned 40 years old this year, and if I’m being honest it kinda feels like the walls are closing in on me. I come from a family tree that leans toward a sedentary lifestyle with a litany of potential medical dramas lurking around the corner of each new and passing year.
Having worked at a bike shop for two years, I don’t ride my bike nearly as often as I should. Cycling has always brought on a lot of anxiety for me, or at least the thought of cycling.
Over the years I’ve been amassing quite the collection of art supplies that seldom see the light of day. So much so that they have more than filled a sizable Rubbermaid container which my wife is always trying to hide in a closet
Well today is the first day of 2021, and if I’m being honest I have mixed feelings about the coming year. One can only hope that it will be better than the last, but then there’s really no way to tell.
Every year the Nashville Scene, a local publication, prints their “Best of Nashville” issue where readers vote for their favorite businesses in categories ranging from “Best Pet Sitter” to “Best Chicken On A Stick”.
Well this one was a long time coming. If you read part one then let me go ahead and answer your question. Yes, It really took this long to get my first few rolls of film developed.
As you might imagine, I have a day job outside of photography. I never had a desire to work in a bike shop, nor was I ever really that into bikes.
Well folks, today is Thanksgiving day which means that all across America families will be gathering together in groups of 8 or less, outdoors, masked and six feet apart.
I was hooked. The act of taking a photograph with no immediate gratification was exactly what I needed. It took me back to my high school days in the dark room, discovering how awful of a photographer I was at a painstakingly slow pace.
The motor cycle is a constant challenge to a man; a challenge to experience the adventure of man’s command over the machine — direct and unadulterated. Wind, weather and road conditions must be tackled and mastered anew — on every single occasion. And above all, the machine —