I’m just a guy. I’ve had several careers and worked more jobs than I care to remember. Mostly I’m a writer and photographer who cares a lot about the planet and how we deal with each other. I’m a news junkie, sometimes poet and fiction writer who compulsively photographs the world around me. I want to help if I can. No one will put me on TV so you’ll only find me here or on Twitter as @SydWeedon

I’ve lived in Kentucky since I was sixteen: Hazard, Whitesburg, Lexington, and Louisville. Louisville has become home. I guess those big city lights speak to me too. I’ve spent a lot of time in Eastern Kentucky’s version of Appalachia. I’m not a native, but have the concern and perspective that experience with the region brings. I was born in the cosmic expanse of Texas.

I’ve had a lot of bad influences and irresponsible mentors. Hunter Thompson is from Louisville and I used to date one of his cousins but I seldom shoot my household appliances. Muhammad Ali is from Louisville and you can see what happened to him. At various times I’ve read and been seriously damaged by Hemingway, Faulkner, Kerouac, Thomas Merton (knew some of his friends…), Ginsberg, Plato, Suzuki, Jung (really helped to send me over the edge…), Sartre, Beckett (once played Clove in “End Game”), Kierkegaard, Pound, T.S. Eliot, Updike, Ursula Le Guinn (love her). The Kerouac-Ginsberg-Thompson matrix was the hardest one to break free from. Ran into Ginsberg in a cafe in Boulder and couldn’t think of a thing to say to him. As a kid I read Heinlein, Lois Lenski, Dr. Doolittle, and every comic book I could get my hands on.

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