The Art Of…Heart Attacks and Pelicans.

“Mr. Perrin, you are having a heart attack…”  IMG_0638

It was the last week of October, and the last thing I thought I would hear as Nurses and Emergency room technicians scurried around an overweight 42 year old who had spent the better part of the past few years merely existing.

The previous days had seen the continuation of a mundane routine filled out with fried chicken for breakfast, double meat burger for lunch and dinner…and an unhealthy supply of sleepless nights followed by sporadically active moments (this is the understatement of the century) and epic slothfulness, all while plotting to take over the world of photography with general awesomeness from the comfort of a broken down recliner.  What could possibly go wrong?

The morning of my cardio event (general term for a big medical word and classed up, less scary term for ‘Heart Attack’), I came home from my radio news job and decided to lay down because i wasn’t feeling up to par.  About 5 minutes into my routine, I noticed a little pain in my chest.  Not thinking much of it, but remembering countless commercials for warning signs, I decided to head to the doctor to let him check me out.  About half way to his office, I realized that I was not in the best way.  In fact, I was in serious trouble.  I pulled into a hospital here in Lake Charles, which had gone through a recent name change and ownership.  It was called Lake Area Medical Center…and that little hospital SAVED MY LIFE.

I spent 6 days in LAMC‘s ICU…where I received the care and attention normally reserved for heads of state and Arabian prince’s at world renown facilities.  I cannot understate what an amazing staff they have from the Doctors and Nurses, to the Techs, specialists, custodial, and especially the administration.  I’m just a guy who had a heart attack…and they treated me like humans should treat each other.  Respect, Care, and Compassion.

The few months since have been a learning process.  Not necessarily having to relearn life skills…but learning the true meaning of living a life.

I took a few weeks away from the camera.  Away from PerrinStudios.  Away from worry.  Away from existence.  I wanted to learn to live.  I began to look around again…not only at the big picture, but at the small things.

“Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.” –John Lennon.

I found myself, about a month or so ago, picking up my camera again and going down to a boat launch about 4 miles from my house.  I stepped to the back side of the main building to find a few pelicans had decided to chill out after, what i can only assume was an epic pelican party. That’s where I met “Gus”.

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“Strangers passing in the street, by chance two separate glances meet..” –Gilmour/Wright/Mason/Waters.

Out of the 15-20 pelicans who were in various states of “chill”…Gus had it right.  Gus had the answer.  This pelican gets me.

What is it about the right moment in time, the right place, right atmosphere, right vibe, that can alter the course of existence and steer one onto the road of living?  Because that’s what Gus and all of his buddies have done for me.  Every weekend since, i’ve found myself…camera in hand…visiting Gus and his posse.  Every weekend, there’s a different angle, different light, different poses, etc…  It’s what has brought life back to me.  As simple as it sounds, a small thing like a pelican chilling out on a dock, has made a difference to me and to my attitude towards life, photography, art, and everything in between.  So, here’s to Gus!!!  I raise a glass of Diet Dr. Pepper to you (since I don’t drink, and since regular Dr. Pepper might end me.).

IMG_7911-2On one of my early trips to visit the ole boy, I found there were a few more Pelican’s hanging about than normal.  Under normal circumstances…and pre late October…I would have decided to head back home because “how many photos can I take of pelican’s chilling out?”  Well, my new desire and love of all things life, kept me around just watching them.  After a short time, a boat pulled up to the dock…the Pelican’s began to stir.  My spidey senses began to tingle.  Something was electric.  Something was about to happen.

A frenzy is the most appropriate description of the Pelican’s reaction to the fisherman who emerged from the boat and began to filet his catch.  I ran to the edge of the dock where 20-30 Pelicans began to frantically fly about, fighting for fish scraps tossed away by the man.  There I was, in the middle of Pelican chaos…and I was smiling and clicking the shutter as fast as my Canon 6D would shoot.  IMG_8669

The result was some of my favorite photographs i’ve  taken.  But the BIG pay off was being a part of something I never thought I would even care about while i was busy just existing.

I’ve been sober for close to four and a half years, and i’m grateful for every second…but it took that late October Myocardial infarction (there’s your $20 word) for me to realize life is more than existence.  It’s to be lived.  And to me, living means taking time to wait for the frenzy.


Next up…The Art of…Sol.

PS…Pelicans can be a bit testy.  So, keep safety in mind…ALWAYS.

PS again…Almonds and Yogurt.  Yes please!

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The Art Of…Heart Attacks and Pelicans.

The Art Of…Bookends.

“We are young.  Wandering the face of the earth, wondering what our dreams might be worth…learning that we’re only immortal for a limited time.” – Neil Peart “Dreamline”.


At some point, everything had a beginning.  At some point, everything will end.

For us humans, the time span between the two is a lot smaller than it is for the rest of the universe.  With such a small amount of time, what we do between our beginning and end is solely ours for the making and the taking.

Watch any news program, read any newspaper or news magazine, and we are hit with a barrage of hate, war, poverty, hunger, and indifference.  Unfortunately, this has been the case throughout human history…we just have more outlets to see it.  We, the humans, perhaps have not done the best job, in a general sense, of making the most out of the space between our beginning and our inevitable end.  But, we try.

We all try to make the most out of our little space between our bookends.  And, individually, we do a pretty decent job. We grow, laugh, love, teach, care, and try to squeeze the most out of this limited time we have.

The other morning, I took a drive out to a rural part of Southwest Louisiana, about 5 miles or so from the Lake Charles Regional Airport.  My goal was to shoot the sunrise, but I was leery of my chances because I didn’t like the way the sky looked.  Nonetheless, I ventured out.  About a half mile down a dirt road, I stopped the car, grabbed my camera, and started glancing around for a shot to be handed to me.  The sun was still about 20 minutes from peeking over the horizon.  I was a little aggravated because I had woken up early, I was cold, I was hungry, and started asking myself, “dude, go home and go back to bed!!”  I was not making the most of “between the bookends”.

Well, I stayed.  Instead of glancing, I decided to take a deep breath and LOOK.  I began to notice (in my hurried, aggravated mind) the plain sky begin to breathe.  It became a living, breathing entity to me.  All it took was for me to act and adjust my way of thinking and do-ing in that moment.

The sky exhaled a palate of color, and the land began to glow.  A gentle fog hugged the ground and provided a beautiful, etherial canvas.

_MG_2110 I almost missed this simply because i wasn’t making the most of my “between”.

In a previous post, I talked about “slowing down”…taking time to appreciate the small things.  It truly makes the big things much sweeter.  And that’s what we should do, enjoy ALL of life’s sweetness in our “between”.

_MG_2284“life is very short, and there’s no time for fussing and fighting, my friend…” – John Lennon

Making the most of the “between” has produced some of the world’s greatest art in history, best music, best photographs, best literature, but most importantly, the best memories…in each of us and about all of us.

What would happen if we all “upped our game”, as the kids say, and not only slow down and enjoyed the sweetness of life…but looked, listened, loved, gave, and taught just a little more?  Could it be that, if we all did, the human race’s “between” might…just might…put the news business out of business?  I know that’s a VERY lofty, idealistic thing to say.  But hey, remember, it’s the small things that make the big things great!!!

Recently, I’ve noticed a change.  I’ve seen countless friends on social media and in “real life” talk about random instances of kindness, love, compassion, and “paying it forward”.  Little things, in our own “between”.  As those start adding up, I see BIG things on the horizon!!!

Enjoy a sunrise.  Bask in the thirty minutes before and after a sunset.  Read one of the great works of literature.  Listen to a great album.  Do it all…and pay your experiences forward.  The reward will be a “between” full of life, instead of mere existence.

Yes, I’m an idealist.  But, I believe we ALL are, in one way or another.  And squeezing all we can out of life, and at the same time love, give, teach, hope, and dream just a little more, can bring us all together under the same sun that has risen and fallen for eons…as we travel our roads until we reach the other bookend. _MG_2432


Ps…A few moments ago, I was listening to Elvis Costello and the track “(What’s so funny about) Peace, Love, and Understanding” came on.  Couldn’t help but smile.

“And as I walked on, Through troubled times, My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes.  So where are the strong and who are the trusted?  And where is the harmony?  Sweet harmony.

’cause each time I feel it slippin’ away, just makes me want to cry.  What’s so funny ’bout peace love and understanding?” – E. Costello

Elvis is the King.

The Art Of…Bookends.

the art of…Discovery.


Southwest Louisiana doesn’t have hills, or mountains, or waterfalls.  It’s flat…very flat.  But in that flatness lies some of the most beautiful landscapes in the world.

I’ve always loved to travel.  Some of the best, most cherished memories I have are of family trips out west.  Colorado, New Mexico, Utah, Washington, Oregon…we hit them all.  It wasn’t till I was older, though, that I began to appreciate the beauty of their majestic landscapes.  For years I worked under the assumption that I would have to travel out-of-state and west-northwest to see nature and it’s surroundings.  It wasn’t until recent times that I discovered what was in my proverbial “back yard”.

When you are young, one of your first instincts is to escape the place you grew up…to spread ones wings and fly, thinking that the grass will be greener the further away you go.  It’s an arrogant way of thinking…and it’s one everyone has to some degree.  Now, I look around and realize that…to use an already overused quote, “there’s no place like home”.

Over the past several months, I’ve been opening my eyes to the beauty and majesty of the area which I grew up around, and still live.  Small little road trips to get reacquainted with my surroundings.  Along the way, I discovered something.  I discovered that after 42 years on this earth, I’ve never really “seen” my part of the country.

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“There’s more than one way home.  Ain’t no right way, ain’t no wrong.  What ever road you might be on, you find your own way ’cause there’s more than one way home…” – Keb’ Mo’.

My dad has always tried to encourage me to see the beauty of the land and it’s surroundings no matter where we were.  From the snow-covered peak of a mountain, the rolling water of a stream, even the flat swamp land that surrounds us here.  It’s the latter that I always had trouble “getting”.

One of my recent little road trips took me about 30 minutes away to an old wooden bridge called Lorraine Bridge.  It’s one of the very few surviving wooden bridges left in the state.  It seems like everyone and their uncle have photographed this bridge for every reason under the sun…weddings, engagements, senior portraits, family portraits, etc.  I figured I’d have a go at it…at the very least going out there would get me away from the computer screen for a bit and, hey, any chance to shoot is a chance to shoot!!  So, off I went.  On the way, I kept thinking, “Why are you doing this?  Everyone has already done it!  Don’t chase cliché’s!!”  The second I stepped out of the car and looked around, I began to see what my father has always encouraged me to see.  We truly live in one of the most beautiful parts of this country…if we just look.

70d first shots-5Another “back yard” excursion I recently took was with my dad, the day after Christmas (which happens to be my and my wife’s birthday).  Dad and I decided to load up and drive down to Little Chenier, Louisiana.  Little Chenier is one of the spots I remember going to, with him, when I was little.  Again, I never realized how beautiful it is down there until I was older.  The road to Little Chenier is lined with ancient oak trees that have out-lived (for the most part) hurricanes, disease, people, and litter.  Each one bearing different scars.  Each one telling its life story in a silent filibuster.  There were random camps consisting of old houses and camper trailers used for either hunting, fishing, or just living.  It’s primitive, simple living…and that, in itself, is a beautiful thing!!!  Along the way we would get out of the truck and shoot, but mostly we just drove and looked.    Once again, I could see what I never even tried to see before…the soul of this land around me.  It was a fun day. We could have taken more photos than we did, but I think being together and both appreciating our surroundings was better than any photograph either of us could have taken.

I never tell him enough, just how much I appreciate all he’s tried to teach me…no matter how hard I fought against it.  I’m as hard-headed as he is.  And, if that makes me even more like him…i’m grateful for it.  

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This past weekend, my wife and I took a little back yard road trip down Highway 82 to Abbeville, Louisiana.  Again, one of those roads and places I never truly appreciated until recently.

IMG_0336We loaded up and set out around 10am and headed south. We had a great time just traveling. We stopped at one spot on the road to shoot…but much like the recent trip with my father, we mostly drove and looked and, just enjoyed being together.  Again, I was amazed at the beauty of Southwest Louisiana and wondered to myself why it took so long to appreciate it.

We finally made it to Abbeville.  It is a cute little town deep in the heart of “Cajun Country”.  In lieu of a plan, we just parked the car on the main drag and just started to look around and shoot.  _MG_0634

Small towns are awesome.  The old architecture, old signs, a town square…there’s tons to see, if you look.

We started in the center and worked our way out.  A little city park gave us a chance to get a little creative with the center fountain, some buildings and a distant spire of an old Catholic cathedral.


Once again, I discovered the beauty of something I would have never considered.  I was a peace (with the one exception being my lack of understanding of the town’s traffic circle…but I recovered from that quickly).


After spending some time in the little park, we decided to locate that spire and see the building it was attached to.  It was a gorgeous old Cathedral called St. Mary Magdalen Catholic Church.  We pulled up and parked out front and began taking photos of this old, beautiful building.  Shortly after we started, an old cajun man approached us.  My first thought was, “are we breaking some kind of religious law?”  After all, we’re Methodist.  This was different turf!!  _MG_0786Well, as the old man got closer, he started telling us that we should go inside and photograph.  He said it was ok and welcomed and assured us they were used to it.  So, we entered.  It was breathtaking and well worth it!!!  However, we both felt a little uncomfortable clicking away as about a dozen or so parishioners were in quiet prayer, so we kept it short.


This day trip was a blast.  Yes, it led to some cool photographs, but in the end, it was more about just being together and discovering that we don’t need to take long, expensive trips to see the beauty and soul of nature and it’s surroundings.  It can be found in our back yard, so to speak.  And, once again, I thank my dad for trying to teach me that lesson for all these years.  -Brice

PS- After we left Abbeville, we drove into Lafayette, Louisiana to get some fresh produce at “Fresh Pickin’s” and some breathtaking steaks at “Fresh Market”.  Those steaks were, to quote one of our modern philosophers, “freakin’ sweet”!!!

the art of…Discovery.

The art of being still.

…for me, it’s about slowing down.

blue stone close

I saw a Facebook post today with a link to a story about a new, faster way to tie your shoelaces.  Needless to say, it got my brain thinking.  Has life really gotten so fast, rushed, and in a hurry, that we need a faster way to tie our shoelaces???

I remember a time when, if you wanted to get cash from your checking account, you had to either go into the bank and wait in line or, sit in the drive thru.  Now, all we have to do is drive to the nearest ATM…and even then, it takes too long!!  So, yeah…i guess Brooks was right…”The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.”

Over the past 3 plus years, i’ve had to teach myself to slow down.  I had to…it was a must…the hurried, worried life was consuming me and slowly killing me with aggravation, frustration, and anger.  What I found was amazing!!  Slowly, I discovered that there was a whole different world out there that I had completely missed out on for 38 years.  And who woulda thunk that world could be entered simply by being still.

stillness in a hurry

One of the things I struggled with, was the fact that it was OK to be still…to stop…to look around…to not just hear and see the quiet…but to really listen and look at it.  It was not just a struggle, but an outright blood bath fight between my ego, which says “what you are doing/going/wanting is too important so, hurry hurry hurry or you’ll miss something you don’t have yet”, and my Soul which was screaming “is what you are doing/going/wanting really that damn important?”  I’m grateful that the Soul had an awesome left hook.

Being still has taught me one important fact…and it is this…”in the grand scheme, it‘s not that important, whatever “it” is.”  All those “it‘s” can drag us to the depths of the grand oceans of frustration, fear, and anger…when, not if, we let them.

“If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape one hundred days of sorrow.” –Chinese Proverb.  

between a rock and a hard place.

For me, art is a great tool in the “being still” process.  Wether it’s a photograph, painting, poem, book, music, etc…Art has the ability to flip the worry and anger switch to off.  But, we have to be willing to let stillness into our house.

I mentioned earlier that I had to teach myself to be still.  It’s amazing to look back and see “what we used to be like, what happened, and what we are like now”…and think, “damn, why didn’t I try this stillness thing years ago!!!”  Well, our ego thrives on frustration, fear and anger…so, I had to be taught, by Something Greater than me, this new alien concept.  My ego would never have just let it happen.

The tools I started using early on to slow down are all around this amazing world.  And they’re simple.  Sitting quietly and watching a bird, looking at the leaves on a tree move to the rhythm to the wind, looking at a big, goofy, puffy cloud move slowly across the sky…changing in every moment as it does, watching raindrops hit a puddle.  All are simple things we can do in any moment.  All bring stillness.  And all are free to everyone.  The only thing you need…is willingness to let the stillness in.

life giving.

Same goes for using art as a tool in being still.  Last night, I found myself on my front porch, headphones on, listening to Eric Johnson’s “Venus Isle” album, while looking at stunning landscape photographs on my tablet.  It was peaceful.  It was spiritual.  It was just what I needed.  And my soul was still content this morning when I stepped outside to look at and listen to God’s new morning.  Those small moments in a 24 hour day, can and will do amazing things to your mind, heart, and soul.  They will give you peace.  They will give you serenity.  They will open a new world.  They will destroy frustration, fear, and anger.

Try this… keep a beautiful photograph, or a peaceful piece of music, or your favorite chapter or poem from a book…keep them with you where you can easily access any of them.  When frustration, fear, and anger creep up, stop for a moment.  Look and listen to any one of them.  Then sit quietly for 5 minutes.  It’s a victory for the soul.  And…it works.  It really does.

out of the woods.

I recently looked at some photographs I took before I found stillness.  They are rushed, uncreative, dull, mundane, some even give off a frustrated look.  Kinda sounds like life in general, today, eh?  I never had the patience to slow down and compose a shot, or to shoot in manual mode, or to even think about putting a little blue stone on a boulder for a shot.  Slowing down was not a concept I had time for.  But, now, slowing down is one of the most vital parts of each set of 24 hours i’m Blessed with.  It has freed my mind, relaxed my heart, and opened up my soul.

Give yourself a gift.  Be still for a moment.  You have plenty of time…there’s 24 hours in a day. Besides, how many of the “it‘s” will you miss if you are still for a moment?  Hopefully, all of them.  Our egos will hate us…and our soul’s??  Well, our soul’s already love us…we just needed to be still to feel it.


The art of being still.

The art of gratefulness, memories…and Turkey.

Open Road

This time, next week, my wife and I will be enjoying time with her sister’s family and her father and his wife.  There is little doubt that we will all be stuffed, bloated, and a tad lazy…but then again, that’s exactly what the day after Thanksgiving is supposed to be!!!  And I can’t WAIT!!!

I’ve always loved this time of year.  My favorite memories growing up are of the times when my family would all gather at Thanksgiving, then again at Christmas.  There was laughter and tears (mostly my tears because I was being a little brat and not getting enough attention…or not getting my way.  Call it “only child syndrome”).  There was cooking, games, football, crude jokes (that’s just how we rolled in the Perrin/Allison/McKinney Clan), crazy aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, mom and dad…and me.  And we all had stories to tell.  Gut busting, painfully funny stories.

All those great times are stored in the great memory bank i’ve been blessed with…shocking that it’s still intact after all these years and after all the damage I did to it over 24 plus years of addiction.  After finally getting sober a little over 3 years and 2 months ago (which is still done one day at a time), I found that God’s Gift of a good memory had, in fact, been left mostly intact.

The small change

It’s been quite a journey for the past 3 plus years in sobriety.  I’ve learned a lot about gratitude…and an appreciation for not only the big things in life, but the smallest things.  In the past, I would have NEVER thought to take time to stop and look at the lines in a leaf, or a blade of grass, or take enough time to slow down to watch a hummingbird land.  The latter of which helped begin my spiritual journey of recovery when I was in treatment at New Beginnings at Lake Charles in late August / early September 2011.  It’s this 11th month…the month of Thanksgiving, that reminds me to be thankful, re: grateful, on a daily basis for those small things.  It’s something that, in this busy, crazy world we live in…is easy to look past, or forget to do altogether.  So, I’m going to pass along something i’ve learned…something that helps me…something I need to do more of.  It’s simple.  Ready?  Slow down and just look.  


Back to that mostly intact memory God Blessed me with…As I mentioned at the beginning of this entry, my wife and I will be heading to her family next week for Thanksgiving.  We will be continuing to create our new memories which will be placed right next to all my childhood memories.  They all intermingle on this grand road of life…which is never a straight road.  And that’s another thing i’m thankful for.  Every curve i’ve encountered, every pothole, every uneven pavement on this road of my life…i’m truly grateful for God placing me on it.  It’s the road He chose for me…good and bad.  I’m grateful just to be able to walk down it.  It helps to have a wonderful wife, family and friends traveling with you, too!


Memories in our mind are always at the ready for a quick recall.  But, sometimes a visual not only enhances that memory, but will help create a new one.  Above, I wrote about the laughter of family at Thanksgiving and Christmas…well, a lot of that laughter is brought about by looking at old pictures and the stories that are attached to the faded images in the aging hands of an elder relative.

This holiday season, millions and millions of photographs will be taken across the world by individuals, families, tribes, clans, organizations, etc…regardless of religion, creed, country, government, lines on a map, etc…of a special time with people who care for one another getting together in laughter and cheer.  Memories will be made.  And, years from now, an elder’s hand will point to an image…a story will be told…a new memory will be made.  The cycle, thankfully, will continue.


This holiday season, we at PerrinStudios, would like to be part of helping you make new memories.  For portraits, party photography, weddings, special events…email  We also offer a number of our photographs as prints and can print from 4×6 up to 20×30 on paper, metal, and canvas.  email for pricing and to inquire about our artist reserve prints.  You can also reach us by phone at 337-304-5599.

Now that the self-promotion is over…i’ll leave you with this…

I’m going to eat turkey Thursday.  A lot of it.  And a lot of cookies and pie.  I will be a bloated animal on Friday.  I will not move much.  I will be a sloth.  I will consume mass quantities and be a sloth.  I will wear stretchy pants.  I am ok with that.  That is all.


The art of gratefulness, memories…and Turkey.

Art…light and music.

This week saw the release of what, by all accounts, will be the final Pink Floyd album “The Endless River”.  As an AVID fan (those who know me know that is an understatement) I’ve been flooded with emotions and reflective this week about not only the album and my Floyd geekdom…but about how I got to this place in this moment in time, where I am now…the owner of a company, with my wife, whose tagline is “…the art in every moment.”

“Let’s go back, Let’s go back, Let’s go way on back when…” -A. Franklin

Growing up, I was always fascinated by colored lights…christmas lights, buttons on appliances, light bright, space ship control panels, etc.  My father even built me a space ship cockpit with little light up buttons he got at an army surplus store…loved that damn thing!!!  Anyway, anything that lit up and had color, I was digging!!  (i’m a child of the 70’s and 80’s…dig?).

There was also a fascination with music.  I had a little olive green record player that you could stack about 8 records on and I would load that thing up with the big records of the day…Sesame Street Christmas, anything Disney, the Star Wars Story album…ya know, the hits.  I would play those records day and night…going to sleep with a stack of wax loaded up.  Ended up burning that poor record player out.  But, by then I had a tape player.  Anyway, I digress.

It was a simple time…read along stories playing on a record player while making cool designs on my light bright.  Who knew that times like those would be such a major player in my life so many years later?

“Tongue tied and twisted, just an earthbound misfit, I…” – D. Gilmour

My father was an amateur photographer…a DAMN good one, at that.  He had a darkroom, could develop his own film, make his own prints, and even do color correction with the photoshop of the day…big pack of color pencils.  I loved playing around with all his camera gear…he had a ton of it!!!  Nikon, Canon, Mamyia…speedlites, backdrops, light meters, etc, etc, etc.  But, as interested as I was…all that gear “is not a toy!!!”.  He did eventually buy me an older nikon with a coupla decent lenses and a flash.  I took that camera to summer art camp that year and had a blast with it until the photography instructor got in trouble for saying a cuss word infront of us kids and, I guess, was dismissed a few days before it was over.  (little did they know we were already using those words thanks to smokey and the bandit.)

My love of photography started back then…but ended up on the shelf as the years went by. It was first put up by the disease of Ulcerative Colitis, which I was diagnosed with around 1985.  I just felt too bad to move, much less pick up a camera.  So, shelf it went.

As I got older, my taste in music changed…moving from Sesame Street and Disney, to the Footloose soundtrack, PacMan Fever, and Huey Lewis (some may argue that my change in taste was a lateral move).

In the later part of 1987, a friend of mine forced me to listen to this strange CD.  Made me sit there and listen.  As the music started, I kept asking…”well, where’s the singing????”  I was holding the jewel box, looking at the cover…there was one guy shaking hands with another guy…and one of them was on fire.  “Dude, this is stupid…what the hell is this?”  44 minutes and 28 seconds later, my life had made a considerable hard right turn.  After the next 44 minutes and 28 seconds…the small embers, that were barely burning from those early childhood fascinations, began to burn brighter.  What was needed was more fuel for the fire.

“a momentary lapse of reason, that binds a life to a life…” – D. Gilmour / P.Manzanera 

The albums, the cover-art…stirred my imagination.  The video for their “comeback” single “Learning to Fly” featured their live stage set up for their 1987 world tour.  As the kids say…OMG.  Visuals, Music, Lights.  And it still has the same fascination to me today.  Staring at the album covers, listening to the each album beginning to end (the only way one SHOULD listen to ANY album), watching the “Delicate Sound of Thunder” concert video, seeing them live twice during their 1994 Division Bell tour.  All those little embers of light brights, christmas lights, and olive green record players…the fires now rage.

As I listened to “The Endless River” this week…as I am at the time of this writing…I am brought back to not only the first time of hearing and seeing those beautiful images in my head…but i’m brought back to that record player, to that light bright, to that homemade spaceship cockpit, to that olive green record player. Brought back to the innocence and I feel young.  

A couple of weeks ago, I was out doing some shooting around our property in south Lake Charles, Louisiana…it’s a beautiful piece of land with some great trees and bushes.  Great for sunsets, nature and portrait shoots…and we don’t have to waste gas!  Anyway…as I was shooting, I caught myself playing songs in my head, pacing myself and shooting to the music in my head.  Playlist that hour was The Band, Rush, and one of the great bluesmen of all time, Son House.  All art is symbiotic.  And as human beings, art is as necessary for us as air and water.  Art is what keeps us humans from being lawn chairs.     

All those moments. Images, Music, Lights, Colors, Emotion, Thought…colliding into a single moment. That’s what was going through my mind when I came up with the tag line for PerrinStudios…”the art in every moment.” Everyone has those moments when it all comes together…whatever “it” is for each of us. That’s what we want to free from the ever moving hands of time. Those moments. That is what we do.

Art…light and music.