November 24, 2021

Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the past.

I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my daughter. She’s very cool.

Every Thanksgiving I tell the following story. I think I told you before, but I’ll tell it again.

I lived in Australia, in a town called Manly. It was near Sydney. One night I had a dinner party and in a drunken stuper (imagine that…) I promised my Australian friends a Thanksgiving dinner. Well the next day, my wife at the time, reminded me that I’d promised my friends a Thanksgiving day dinner. Well, I thought, Oh man, OK, I guess I better serve them up a dinner. I thought, no problem, I got this. Ha ha. The Gods were laughing at me. Try and find a turkey in Australia. I looked everywhere. I couldn’t find one. I finally called the US Embassy. They said they had an extra one at a butcher in Double Bay. I went there and they brought it out to me on a cart. I swear, the thing was the size of a baby Emu. I still say it was an emu. Anyway, after getting home, I looked at the bird, my oven, the bird, my oven. I thought, no way. It’s not gonna fit. I took out all the racks, all the support for the racks. I finally put the bird in the oven on a giant tray on some bricks. Then I tried to shut the door. It wouldn’t shut. So I wrapped the whole thing in tin foil. I started cooking at about 4 in the afternoon, and we finally ate around 5 am. We were so drunk, the carpet would have tasted good. The cherry on top of the cake was that I was awoken to some baby tree kangaroos fighting over my turkey carcass outside. They were a rough bunch.

Just another Thanksgiving down under.

Love, B. Nice

P.S. Have a good Thanksgiving everyone!

November 17, 2021

Hey everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the past. Now, I can’t remember if I told you this story, but I’ll tell it again. It’s kind of cool.

A while ago I was hanging out with my friends at the beach in Montauk. One of my friends had a sea kayak. I asked my friend if I could take the sea kayak out. He looked at me and said, “Have you every tried a sea kayak? The waves are big today.” I said, no, I never tried a kayak, period, but surfboard, kayak, I think I can handle it. So I went out, but he was right. The waves were big. After I get out past the shore break, I was sitting among big rolling seas. Now, when I was out there, it was just after a big plane went down off the coast of Long Island. The military was going up and down the beach looking for debris. A hummer pulled up next to my friends. A guy got out with a blow horn and said to me, “Hey you in the sea kayak! Pick up that debris for us and bring it back.” I was like, Oh, great. So I paddled over to the debris they were talking about and I saw it was clothes. I thought to myself, oh great, I hope there’s no body in those clothes. I got what I could, basically a shirt and a hat. They were pretty charred up from fire. I’d never been in a sea kayak before, so I was a little nervous. The waves were big. Now, I don’t know how I did it, but I got on a wave and rode it like Hawaii five oh. Basically, rode it right up to the marine’s feet, like I used to always do it all the time. I handed the clothes to the marine. He was a big guy. I said, be careful there’s sea lice in the hat. The guy jumped around like a 10 year old girl, screaming, “ewww, ewww, ewww.” He’d have made a great ballet dancer. He threw the clothes in the back of the hummer and drove down the beach.

Just another day at the ocean.

I miss living there. It was fun.

Talk to you guys next week.

Love, B. Nice

August 11, 2021

Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the past.

I’m not sure whether to categorize the following blog. It’s either present or past. It’s probably recent past. It involves my mom. She set up a meeting for me with a well known artist who had similar difficulties that I have. It was after my first operation. I met with this artist and he showed me how he has adapted to painting and his work. It was pretty cool. I remember talking to him and he said, “Oh, I could have probably walked, but I prefered to work on my painting.” I thought to myself, that’s cool, but why can’t you do both? Walk and work on what you love to do. I think that’s the way to go. Work on your therapy and work on what you love to do. That’s how I do it anyway. It’s exhausting, but I think it will be worth it in the long run.

That’s it for this week. Oh, we have something about the present I thought was funny. I had my family over for my nephew’s birthday. He just turned 20. We all had a birthday cake for him. With one blow of the candles, he symbolically went from a teen ager to a 20 year old. My niece said, in the background, “Yay, we all made it through out teenage years without a teenage pregnancy.” I thought that was funny.

Talk to you guys next week.

Love, B. Nice

July 28, 2021

Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the past.

You know, I lived on Australia for over a decade. My next stop was Paris. I lived there for about 2 to 3 years. I went there with about 20 strong images from Australia. My friend here says all the images were of scantily clad women. And it’s true, I did have a certain look to my portfolio. Now let me explain:

Your portfolio is as strong as the weakest element. For example, if the hair is bad, your image is bad. If the makeup is bad, your image is bad. If the clothes are bad, the image is bad. You get the idea. I tried to lessen the chances of a bad image by minimizing what I use (i.e., clothes). My photos were more elemental, like sun, skin, water, sand. That sort of thing. It took me over a decade to just get 20 strong images. Like I said before, my images were more elemental. I guess I kind of learned the element idea from my father, who was a great artist. www.donnice.com

My images were more about the elements of nature. Of course, we used models as a focal point, but the elements of nature gave the images energy. Either way, it was fun. I shot underwater, in waves, even moving on a trampoline, used clouds as the background, wind. Stuff like that. It always gave the image a bit of energy.

My friend here just reminded me of a story I did. We were shooting swimwear with a japanese catalog. They said, Mr. Nice, you’re not done. You have one more photo.” It was dark out. We were by the ocean, so I said, “No problem.” We pointed all the headlights on the girl and put her in the water. I shot in black and white. It looked cool. I should have done the whole story like that. Here comes the “You have to adapt,” sort of thing. Anyway, it was cool.

So, basically, what I’m trying to convey is just use the least amount as possible in your image. Clothes can date a photograph real fast. A specific era hair and makeup can date a photo. So I just kept it natural. Anyway, that was my look I was always going for.

Now I take pictures of flowers and clouds. Who said life is boring? Never a dull moment, and always changing. My friend here said I’m very philosophical today. I replied, “No, I just had a lot of coffee.”

This is B. Nice signing off. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

June 23, 202

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Thank God I used to run fast. It saved my butt a few times. For example, I was approached by a gang in New York City. They wanted my bag, so I ran as fast as I could down Central Park West. Luckily I had green lights all the way. Another time I was on Daytona Beach, training. I ran past some bikers. They made some comment so I, like a young idiot, I showed them my middle finger. They chased me with a big knife and I ran very fast. I’ll tell you one other time. I was on a run in the countryside. A dog came out from behind a barn. It was barking and running me down across a field. I ran like hell. Luckily, the dog just gave up. You see, it came in handy, being able to run fast. Oh yeah, my legs also took me across the United States. Me and eleven other guys were in the Guinness Book of World Records. Not bad for a young idiot, right?

Love and miss you guys.

Love, B. Nice