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Michael D Housewright
  • Housewrighter
  • Imagery
  • Video Production
  • About Michael
  • Contact
  • Housewrighter Musings

The Housewrighter est Arrivé

Like a force of nature, here comes The Housewrighter

 At long last, the site I have envisioned since 2010 is a reality. For those of you here from The Blissful Adventurer, thank you for your amazing support over the years. I hope you will enjoy this new iteration of my work and share once again in the comments and details of what I am posting.

What the hell is a Housewrighter? That is a great question. A friend of mine in San Francisco suggested that my previous site sounded like a new age retreat, and that I am far from new age. I agreed with him immediately, and set out to find a new name to better illustrate what I do. He mentioned that my surname carried a lot of weight, and that perhaps something incorporating it would be better for branding. While I generally despise marketing terms, I trusted him, and within a couple of days I had come up with this:

Housewrighter  - (n) A person, who through the use of words and images, foments intrigue, elation, and possibly even derision, in his/her readers. see Housewright (v) 

Housewrighting is, in essence, what I do. Since I was a child my opinions and beliefs lived beside me in the wide-open. Give me a pulpit to preach, and I will share the joys of travel, the beauty in nature, and my belief that the fastest way to a peaceful planet, is to sit down with people we do not know, and share a meal.

My stories come from a rural upbringing in Bristol, TX, living abroad in Italy, and traveling the planet, looking for community, in hungry men and women.

I once called myself a "Wine Evangelist". I believed that drinking wine in a group of semi-hostile companions would bring harmony to the table in short-order. I now know,  it is really the act of dining (with or without the wine) that can assuage the nasty nature of man. I do not travel to check places off a list. I travel to see the vision of a people, and the condition of a place with my own lenses, and my own hunting-and-pecking fingers.

Travel for me is a place where there is joy. The joy burns out the pain, and is the most calming of therapies I've ever known. My photography is an outcropping of this joy, and it now has an existence of its own. I subscribe to a philosophy learned from the great Sam Krisch, I don't intend to capture images that necessarily convey what I see when I press the shutter, I intend to capture images that suggest how I felt, when I saw them. This is the quintessential crux of my work. I will not attempt to communicate information to you from a journalistic perspective, absent of editorial content. I am going to deliver a message intended to show you something beautiful, from what sometimes are the most banal of situations, and in my own words, filtered through my imagination. Fact and Fiction are shared alike here, and the lines will frequently be grayed between these poles.

This is travel! Whether in my town, 40 miles away in San Francisco, or 8000+ in Hong Kong, I am always traveling. Because I take myself away from that which is known, and walk right the fuck into something where I have no idea what I will find. This is my adventure, my joy, and mostly my hope for the rest of my existence.

Won't you join me on this path, at least for a bit? Come aboard, pour yourself a glass of bubbles, eat something, and get lost with me.

And if you do, prepare to be Housewrighted.

tags: Adventure, Housewrighter, Humor, Images, Michael Housewright, Stories, Travel, Travel Writing
Monday 02.17.14
Posted by Michael Housewright
 

Your Life is a Trip - My Latest Published Piece

On top of my own Mountain

Your Life as a Trip - is one of the most fantastic travel publications on the web. I am honored to be included among their celebrated travel writers and here is a link to my first piece on the site: An American Male on the Make in Italy .

I hope you will make this wonderful experiential storytelling site part of your reading routine. Ellen Barone and Judith Fein are two of the most extraordinary people in the travel writing and photography business, and I am so grateful to them for the opportunity to share my work.

Please take a look and leave your comments on the site. I promise to get back to you.

Cheers Blissful Adventurers!

Michael

tags: Adventure, Ellen Barone, Italy, Italy Stories, Photography, Rome, The Blissful Adventurer, Travel, Travel Writing, Your life is a trip
Tuesday 04.09.13
Posted by Sarah Finger
 

Travel Photo Tours - Creating while on Vacation

Juliet on Phu Quoc Island (Vietnam)

Travel photo tours is a concept I am developing along with some very talented friends, local guides around the world, and of course my lovely wife, Juliet. The goal is to create dreams on trips rather than offering some canned version of a dream before a journey. As human beings we want to share our experiences almost as much as we want to have them. I believe it is possible to do this while building community and experiencing the world in ways that were simply not possible or affordable only a few years ago. 

New technology, careful use of available tools, and some easy creative guidance turn memories into images that can be shared, used in stories, or made into prints.

Just a few clicks and some creative energy can turn trees into dreams.

or mountains into mind paintings

Our focus will be to craft programs with fun and community being the priority. We will seek like-minded travelers with a penchant for adventure and exploration.

The spiritual journey can be what we make it.

When we travel the everyday becomes the adventure and we want our travelers to take home this belief: that the mundane is a choice not an absolute.

There is a one-word saying in Italian: Magari - if only

Magari Travel Coming Spring 2013

tags: Travel, The Blissful Adventurer, Photography, Travel Writing, juliet housewright, michael housewright
Tuesday 11.13.12
Posted by Sarah Finger
 

Top 25 Italy Moments: #15 The Legend of Soy Jack

It was nearly 3am when Chris came home. Our little dorm room in Rome always smelled vaguely of human feet, especially when Chris occasionally bathed. I could never grasp why the act of bathing fostered an increase in airborne fungus, yet it never failed.

I have always been a light sleeper, so the stumbling idiosyncrasies of an intoxicated man attempting to be quiet suggested a water buffalo had entered the room rather than a diminutive biped.

I tried my best to pretend to be asleep as I was not in any frame of mind at that time to be regaled by Chris's exploits in the eternal city. Unfortunately I shifted just slightly and like a hyper-sensitive creature of the night Chris turned to me and spoke:

Chris: hey man, sorry to disturb you

Me: its cool I was awake anyway (lying)

Chris: I was in Rome tonight

Me: I guessed that

Chris: (drunk giggle) man, I met a girl

Me: yeah?

Chris: I was in Piazza Navona drinking with some kids I met (kids was euphemism Chris liked for people our age) and there was this smoking hot woman having a drink and watching me

Me: yeah?

Chris: anyway she came over to where we were drinking and I gave her a pull on my Heiny (large format Heineken) and she sat down and tried to talk to me

Me: did she speak English?

Chris: nah man, we didn't need words, I could tell she was hot for me and it was clearly "going to happen"

Me: what was?

Chris: you know man, you know what its about....so we got another bottle of beer and took it with us, it was almost midnight and she held my hand as we walked down the street. She had this apartment in a shitty old building worse than this one and we had to walk up so many stairs that I dropped the bottle and it clanged down real hard and I turned my ankle trying to catch it...it didn't break (big yawn)

Me: you went to her house?

Chris: yeah dude, we made it in the front door and I opened the beer and it sprayed all over us. she took my shirt off really slowly and began washing it in the sink. I started rubbing her ass while she was cleaning my shirt and she turned around and started touching my chest...like a minute later I was fucking her on the couch and shit started breaking and falling from the little tables.

Me: what? you are lying to me dude

Chris: I could not make this up...she had stretch marks all over her stomach so I knew she had a kid somewhere maybe in the other room for all I know at the time. she was tight though and when I finished she started crying.

Me: why, because you were so small?

Chris: you know I'll whip it out right now and show you small

Me: please just finish the story man

Chris: she starts turning on lights and showing me pictures of some guy and her. I guess it was her husband..she was just crying and I could not understand her...she started pointing to herself and saying Tuh-ray-zuh....her name I guess was Theresa (in American accent)

Me: did you tell her your name?

Chris: hell no...I pointed to myself and said "Soy Jack"

Me: you did not?

Chris: yeah, I figured I would not see her again and Jack seemed like a good name

Me: that is not Italian

Chris: I don't know any Italian, I studied Spanish

Me: that is not even good Spanish

Chris: I don't give a fuck man..she started looking at the pictures of the guy and pointing, telling me his name was More-Toe

Me: Morto?

Chris: yeah, that's it

Me: Morto means dead!

Chris: oh....really?.....well I guess the dude was dead and she wanted a little lovin'

Me: Soy Jack huh?

Chris: I am really tired, I had to walk all the way to Piramide to catch the blue bus.

Me: you are very lucky you made it

Chris: yeah. I slept past the stop and had to ride the bus back..the driver was yelling at me and I just kept saying Vitinia. 

Me: you passed our stop and had to go back?

Chis: yeah, so what, it's what these guidos get paid to do

Me: whatever you say "Soy Jack"

I relayed the story to anyone who would listen the following day and while the tale was widely presumed to be false, the legend was born and there would be no stopping it.

tags: @blissadventure, adventure, Italy, Michael Housewright, Rome, Soy Jack, the blissful adventurer, Top 25 Italy Moments, Travel, Travel Writing
Monday 03.05.12
Posted by Sarah Finger
 

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