And so begins a NEW chapter in The Book of Lenslinger, in which our elusive news shooter sheds his street cred for a peek at the bigger picture… When last I left you, my head was in a fog. Some days, it still is. But if eighteen months of l…

It’s a fact: If you stumble around in an existential haze long enough, people will start calling you out! At work, at the deli, at the random head-on collision… if ONE MORE person asks me why I’m not blogging anymore, I’m gonna have to come up with a…

It’s a fact: If you stumble around in an existential haze long enough, people will start calling you out! At work, at the deli, at the random head-on collision… if ONE MORE person asks me why I’m not blogging anymore, I’m gonna have to come up with a…

Traipse through your days with a lens aloft and people will naturally assume you care. More times than not, you don’t, for after awhile the homicides, new brides and camel rides all blend together, until a choice parking spot outside your favorite dine…

Traipse through your days with a lens aloft and people will naturally assume you care. More times than not, you don’t, for after awhile the homicides, new brides and camel rides all blend together, until a choice parking spot outside your favorite dine…

Every once in a while, something unexpected wanders into frame and drains the moat around my soul. It usually happens at soldier homecomings, Special Olympics or certain City Council meetings. Okay, so I’m lying about that last one, but the fact is we …

Every once in a while, something unexpected wanders into frame and drains the moat around my soul. It usually happens at soldier homecomings, Special Olympics or certain City Council meetings. Okay, so I’m lying about that last one, but the fact is we …