Scanning Around With Gene: The End of a Personal Journey

Dad was an artsy/crafty type and I think I got some of my skills directly from him. He made his own Christmas decorations and family Christmas cards, built a boat, made educational posters for my mom (more on her in a minute), and lived his life like the good boy scout he was.

My mom, on the other hand, was more practical, you could say neurotic, about the health and well-being of her children. She was a school nurse and believed in cleanliness and safety above all else. I wrote about her on a number of occasions, especially after her death a few years ago.

I’m no stranger to self promotion and have had no problem talking about myself and my various experiences over the years. I talked about my early experiences on the high-school yearbook, my teenage adventures as a scuba diver, my first car (a 1960 Corvair) and my mini bike.

Once I got to college I got the graphic-arts bug and so I’ve written about my early days doing paste-up and typesetting (while listening to Bruce Springsteen), and working with dry-transfer type.

My personal musings were always just an excuse to run certain images I found, and I generally assumed most people skipped the text and scrolled quickly through the pictures hoping for something worthwhile. But I do feel like, for me, this column has been a form of therapy and it’s done me a tremendous amount of good over the years. For that I am truly grateful and sincerely thank everyone who has supported me (more on that next week).

Next installment: a final look at some favorite visual themes from the past ten years.

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