07/20/2024
5 years (and change) later.
On March 7th, 2019, Joe Wyman Brown shot my first tintype. We were strangers, brought together a few weeks prior by luck, by timing, by a damn good breakfast sandwich (thanks !), and by the willingness to say hello. When I met him, it was the 2nd time I had ever sat down at the Pear & Pickle sharing magic, and I was 2 months and 19 days into being a full-time magician.
On March 27th, 2019, he was there (with ) at the very first time I shared close-up magic at of the .
On March 30th, 2019, he was there taking photos of a milestone in my life—a memory I still look back on fondly despite the changes that come with time…and despite my regret that I didn’t invite him to join for dinner after. But, to be fair, I didn’t really know him all that well yet. Even so, he was there.
I was there on April 26th, 2019 at his second show, finding my legs doing magic for a crowd while some guy in the back was a jag and got all in a huff about all this nonsense going on.
On October 2nd, 2019, we were there together at the Pear having a last coffee and brekkie sammie before he departed in earnest on his vanlife journey.
It’s today, July 19th, 2024. I’m sitting on a purple couch in Aiden and Becca’s home in Estes Park, Colorado, back at the sharing “Road Signs” once more. Joe was here with me—one of those few times a year that our wild and winding paths happen to snake into each other and intersect briefly. He just left yesterday, shortly before my performance last night.
Two nights ago we stood outside the Stanley Hotel after “13”, the Séance show by Hannibal ()—a beautiful and wonderfully human piece of theater by the way if you ever get the chance—and we stood on the landing at the bottom of the steps, feeling the crispness of the air, looking up at the night sky, and I said to him, “We are rich.”
Thank you.
To Joe.
To you.
For being the richness in my life.
My heart is full.
And I journey on.