November 4, 2025

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

I’m talking about my past, but it really helps me with my present. I used to be quite the runner. I held records, etc. I was a good runner, but being an athlete really helps me get through what I’m going through now.

Now, did I tell you before that me and my teammates were in the Guinness Book of World Records? And it wasn’t for drinking beer. We ran across the United States. We did a relay run from LA to Maryland. Every two hours you had to run two miles and that was for two weeks. And within that two hours, you had to eat, take your turn driving the winnebego, or the back up car. So, basically, you ran two miles every hour and a half for two weeks. It was brutal. Going through something brutal like that got me ready for things like getting off a ventilator and trying to breathe room oxygen, learn how to take things one step at a time. I guess that’s everything in life, right? One step at a time.

Anyway, I’m gonna leave it at this. I’m trying to get a meeting with the Governor. It’s for safe ADA sidewalks and safety for people like me. If anyone out there knows the governor. I could use a hand.

Love, B. Nice

October 28, 2025

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. Sometimes to forget about my present.

My friend here goes to my shelf, pulls out one of my journals and opens to a page. I talk about it. This page is about Mexico.

I used to love to work in Mexico. There were so many great locations. Although, this one time, my photo assistant kind of got in trouble with the police. Man, if the cops caught you doing something wrong, they would milk it to the limit. Now, the usual response to an event is you can pay the fine in cash right now, or you can go down to the police station, fill out a report and later show up in court to pay the fine. Well, of course, I always went with option A. I guess you call it a 'payoff.’ It worked and also saved a lot of time. The payoffs weren’t that much. It was usually like $40 bucks or something like that.

The other thing that wasn’t so pleasant were the road conditions there. We were coming back from surfing and it was just a giant sign right in the middle of the road. My assistant hit it and ran over it. I think he spent the next part of the night knocking on doors to get a tow truck. Just another adventure. Right?

Mexico did have some great locations though. The way I shot was not really set up. If I saw a good light somewhere, I’d just go there and start shooting until someone stopped us saying we had no permission to shoot there. Mexico was cool cause no one ever stopped us. Did I mention the tequila? The tequila was awesome! I would usually convince the girl that you had to have 2 shots of tequila after every meal, and that included breakfast. My theory was that it killed all the germs in your system. I forgot to mention it also kills brain cells. Those were good shoots.

One of my favorite shoots in Mexico was in a town called San Miguel. We were shooting on the streets, I looked to my left and there was a great bar with a really old bar tender just standing there. The place was empty. I stopped the shoot. Went in and there were great black and white shots of bull fighting all around the room. I asked the gentleman behind the bar what the photos were. He said they were pictures of him during his youth. He said his dream was to retire from bull fighting and open up a bar. Well, of course, I stopped the shoot and made everyone come in and have a few drinks. A few too many, it turned out to be. I don’t think we finished that day.

I’ve got lots of other stories about Mexico, but we’ll leave it there for now. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

P.S. Next time we’ll talk about Maui…Woweeeee!

October 21, 2025

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

I love it. So my friend goes to my bookshelf picking out one of my journals and opening to a page and we talk about it. This blog entry is about wind in Hawaii.

Man! I’ll tell you, the conditions for shooting were always tough, especially in Hawaii. We had to work with high winds all the time. I finally set up a wind-block using a couple cube trucks. I always rented white cube trucks when working in Hawaii. They also acted as a great reflector. The wind was kind of a pain, but being a windsurfer, I loved it. It was really strong wind in August to the end of September. That’s when the wind really kicks in. But we always seemed to shoot around February. That was cool cause that’s when the big waves came. Wait. What are we talking about? Photography or surfing? My memories were taking me back to the beach and surfing or windsurfing. It was great because, if you couldn’t windsurf, you’d go to the other side of the island and surf. Hawaii was fun. One of my favorite places to work. A little tip for you guys out there is to stay at the Turtle bay Resort on the north shore of Oahu. Every room has a great view, and if you are so inclined, you can sit at the bar, have a beer and go out and surf, right there. There’s a great break at the beach right there at the Turtle Bay Resort.

The wind was tough though. It was strong. I mean real strong. It would kind of limit your days. So, unfortunately, I had to go to the bar and have a few beers and surf. I miss the good old days. Now I just hang out with my dog, who has the breath of a dragon.

I’m gonna keep it short for this week. Miss and love you guys. Love, B. Nice

October 14, 2025

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

I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my friend here in the middle of this cartoon, cause this blog is about him.

I guess I was kind of lost dog. My first marriage broke up and I kind of wandered around like a lost dog. My friends above took me in. That was nice. We all used to windsurf together. We were obsessed with it. The girl on the left was a producer. She was always on the phone. And the guy in the middle, well he made drinks for all of us. We were quite the characters. The big white dog belonged to the girl, and the little dog and the cat belonged to the guy in the middle. Life was like a big party. All we did was windsurf and drink. Anyway, I just need a break from the present and have my friend here go to the bookcase. She opened up this page about South Hampton. Yup, days were carefree back then. All we did was windsurf and party. I tell you man, I could use one of those drinks right now. I had a tough day. So here’s to Tequila.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

P.S. Just a quick story about the cat. We loaded up all our boards, windsurfing sails and mats onto the car. Well the cat decided it was a good place to sleep. He decided this as we went into get a coffee. Yup - the cat went for a 45 minute windsurfing ride to the beach. The cat’s eyes were like two saucers. I don’t know how the hell he made it all the way. It was pretty funny - for us. Not the cat.

October 7, 2025

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. I’m gonna dedicate this blog to the man that looks after me. He went away for a while, but came back. Thank God. Being a home healthcare worker must be tough, especially when you have to take care of someone like me. Anyway, this blog goes out to all home healthcare workers out there.

My life as a fashion photographer was crazy. It was like a 30 year party. Above is a cartoon of one night we had in the Bahamas. We had a great dinner, then decided to go to the end of this dock and look at the full moon and a beautiful sky. Well, the editor from the magazine I was working with looked down at the water. It was a big drop and the water was dark and shark looking. Well, of course, I pushed her off. She fell into the darkness and I just heard, “You’re crazy!” I heard a splash and then jumped in after her. Funny, I never worked for them again. That was a crazy shoot. I remember I was working with Heidi Klum. I remember wrestling with my assistant to throw him in the water and I ripped my arm open on a nail. Heidi pointed out that the skin was still there a few days later. Like I said, it was like a big party all the time. It often got me in trouble though.

Often a client might hear that I was in the Caribbean. They would book a job on another island in the Caribbean. Well, I remember on this one job I had a day off. It was awesome. I got to go surfing, windsurfing, and then I decided to play golf, or rather, hit some balls at the driving range. A driver of a golf cart picked me up in my room. He had a set of golf clubs. He took me up to the driving range. There was no one there. It was just me, the guy, a pyramid of golf balls and an umbrella with some martinis. The fairway was a long fairway of palm trees and at the end was a giant volcanic hill. It was beautiful. Anyway, it was a great end to the day. I often had days off in really cool places. I guess it was one of the perks of the job. I wouldn’t even call it a job actually. I got paid to be on vacation.

That’s all for this week. I’m tired from my sidewalk campaign. Look on my Facebook page: briandnice.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice