June 24, 2025

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

Man, I need a form of escape today. I had a rough day. But it’s great. My friend here goes to my bookshelf of diaries and pulls out a book. She opens the book up to a page, and I talk about it. Above is a tour I did of a property my grandfather owned. My grandfather and grandmother were adventurous spirits. My grandfather would buy opals in the outback, bring them up to Hong Kong, sell them, and with the money, he would buy land in Australia. This drawing is about property he owned on Lake Tinaroo. He planted many macadamia nut trees to start a macadamia nut farm. The only problem was, the macadamia nuts attracted rats. And you know what the rats attracted; big ass snakes. And I’m not talking about your average rat snake. We’re talking big nasty vipers. Snakes like the Common Brown, Death Adders, stuff that would kill you pretty quick. But it was an amazing place

Unfortunately, my grandfather passed away before the trees got big. Who knows what’s on that land now. My friend and I just did a Google Earth search to check things out. They must have renamed the point where my grandfather owned the land because I couldn’t find it. But it was a great form of escape.

Speaking of forms of escape, I think that’s why I got into photography. It was a great form of escape. It became a form of meditation. Also the fashion shoots we produced were almost like a fantasy. We created shoots where your everyday person could think, I could be there, that could be me. That looks great. I guess you could say we were in a way, con artists. I guess it was a form of fantasy. Hey, you gotta sell those clothes. Right?

Anyway, I’m gonna leave it at that. I’ll include a picture of what I mean.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. NIce

June 17, 2025

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

I love it. My friend here, goes to my bookshelf, pulls out one of my journals and I talk about a drawing she selects. The above drawing was from a trip I did to New Zealand. I would have to go there every six months to reinstate my visa for Australia. I always went to the same place. Milford Sound. Man, that’s probably one of the most beautiful places I’ve been. We took an old ferry up into the Fiords. The views were spectacular. I just remember cliffs, green hills and waterfalls. It was amazing. Nothing like it. Now, apparently, there’s a trail you can hike. I can’t do it anymore, but I would strongly suggest hiking this trail. The views must be amazing. The boat was pretty cool as well. It was featured in the Indiana Jones movie. It’s an old steam ship from the 20’s. It’s pretty cool. The views are amazing, but the food is not. At least it wasn’t when I was there. It might be different now. The idea is to fly into Christ Church. Then you would drive to Queenstown. I always stayed in Queenstown. The views driving from Christ Church to Queenstown are amazing. But don’t stare too much. You might drive right off the road.

Now, going back into Australia was not as exciting. The customs agents would always give me a hard time. They’d look at my passport and they’d see that I’d go to New Zealand every six months. They said, “Mate! What, you’r back again? What do you do?” I would always say, “I’m a surfer dude.” I was young and could get away with it. They would just shake their heads and roll their eyes and give me another six months. That was then. I’ll bet it’s a bit different now.

Anyway, that’s about all for today. I’ve been working on getting better sidewalks for this area. I’ll talk to you more about it later.

Love and miss you all. Love, B. Nice

May 6, 2025

I want to dedicate this blog to my friend’s mom. My friend’s mom passed away recently. I met her once. She was a cool mom.

Oh man, I loved living in Paris. Above is a cartoon I did when I lived there. This is the cartoon of me on the never-ending metro. It seems I was on the Metro all the time. It was actually a great way to get around Paris. I miss those days. I guess Paris isn’t like it used to be.

My days there were pretty much the same. I’d get up. Go to the cafe. Have a coffee, go for a run in the Luxembourg Gardens, have lunch, take a long nap, go out and party until 2 in the morning. Paris was a never-ending party. You know, it was also a center for all the fashion magazines I shot for. For example, I worked for the English magazines a lot, I also worked for the Italian magazines a lot. As well as Greece, Germany, Spain. So Paris was a good launching pad. It was a great place to call home for a few years. It was also a great place to learn how to dance on a bar.

I’m gonna keep it short this week and leave it at that. I’m gonna include a collage of self portraits. My friend who helps me says, how come I never have any portraits of myself.? Well, here you go.

Love, B. Nice

April 29, 2025

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my sister who is an awesome mom. she raised three kids on her own. Amazing kids. And I’m also dedicating this blog to my friend here who also raised two kids. Amazing kids.

Now I know I’m jumping the gun a bit, but Happy Mother’s Day. I know it’s in a few weeks, but I wanted to get it in because who knows if I’ll be able to blog next week.

Now, I had an amazing mom. She was something else. I wouldn’t be where I am now if it wasn’t for her. She was amazing. She could transfer me. She got me walking doing water therapy (that’s where you walk in the pool). It was pretty cool. She got me to bond more with my daughter by doing things like going fishing, flying a kite. Riding a bike. Try to teach a kid how to ride a bike while you’re in a wheelchair. Good luck. The simple things in life were milestones for me. My mom seemed to know. It was very cool. It’s awesome. My little iPhone plays videos of me and my daughter. My mom shot a lot of footage of me and my daughter. I get a video a day. It’s pretty cool. It’s almost as if she knew she would be gone and she left this footage. My friends and family help as well, but mom took the lead. I remember once my mom flew to Texas to get my kid, and my ex refused to hand her over. I never saw her so mad. Anyway, that’s all in the past. I do miss her though. I do miss my mom. Anyway, I just wanted to say Happy Mother’s Day to all you Moms.

I’m gonna leave it at that. It’s like 80 today! Can you believe it? This weather’s crazy, but it’s all a hoax, right?

Love, B. Nice

April 15, 2025

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

Man, I love a good party. It’s probably why I became a bartender. I was a bartender for many years, and I guess you could say I was the host of the party. The bar was my party. I controlled the alcohol, so I guess you could say I was the host. My weapon of choice was a Long Island Iced Tea. All the clear alcohols, a splash of coke and sweet and sour mix. I also had the cab company on speed dial. It was fun. In fact, bartending inspired me to build a bar in my town house. The bar was complete with top shelf alcohol, well alcohol, and a fridge gutted to hold a keg of beer. We had beer on tap 24/7. My neighbor hated me. I think I told you this before, but they always called the cops on us. One day we had had enough, and we just happened to have a very large Roman candle in our closet. We fired the small missile at him. He dover for the ground and the whole apartment lit up with red white and blue fireworks. It’s amazing we didn’t burn the place down. Oh yeah, the cops didn’t like us either.

I’ve got lots of stories about parties, but I won’t go into it. We’d be here a long time. I’ve got stories like dancing on bars in Paris; finding open taps of beer in Antigua; parties in Japan; Man, they should donate my liver to the Smithsonian. Anyway, it was a lot of fun. Here’s a cartoon I did of a time I went to Normandy. It was a good party.

Talk to you next week. Love, B. Nice