The love was gone and she lay empty in my arms like a ghost with no heartbeat. I was falling endlessly into the dark eternity of despair, not knowing just how far the crack in my heart would grow, or if the gap would be beyond repair. Years of emptiness and lost hope were my daily companions. I was alone and unwilling to settle for anyone less than my soul mate and then I met her. But how far had the cracks in her heart grown? Was her smile just a front to hide her own pain? She was no stranger to betrayal and her heart was also challenged. This she shared candidly, when I first met her. And of course, I saw it in her eyes. Maybe the cracks in her heart is what attracted me to her, as I am so accustomed to rescuing broken hearts, as I recklessly expose my own.
I have fooled myself before, blurring the lines between love and despair. What is it about the fluttering of a broken wing that blurs my vision? After so many years of shielding my wounds have I healed? How is it even possible that after so much pain and betrayal I could even consider trying again? Why her? How could this possibly be happening, or was it just in my imagination? What is it about these chapters of love that can be so painful that it takes years to recover, if ever? I do not know if I can or if she is even willing, but she could be the one that will bring some sense or meaning to the years of waiting, hoping and longing for a true soul mate. Is love even under our own control? Is it beyond our own capacity to limit or create, or is it simply destiny? Why would she ever choose me? I am so flawed. Even as I write this I know that beauty like hers, both inside and physically is a once in a lifetime encounter. Read More
The sun-kissed shores of Marco Island, Florida, were a far cry from the bustling streets of New York City. It was here, in this idyllic paradise, that the Duquet brothers, two young boys with dreams of stardom, first stepped onto the national stage. Their participation in the pilot episode of "Perform with a Star" was a whirlwind adventure, a glimpse into a world of glitz, glamour, and cutthroat competition.
The brothers, fresh-faced and full of youthful exuberance, were excited to showcase their talents alongside other aspiring young stars. However, as the filming progressed, they quickly realized the harsh reality of the entertainment industry. The competition was fierce, and the level of talent was astonishing. The children who graced the stage, hailing from prestigious entertainment schools in New York City, possessed a level of polish and professionalism that surpassed anything the Duquet brothers had ever encountered.
The stark contrast between their own training and that of their competitors was a humbling experience. While they had honed their skills through local talent shows and school performances, these young stars had been immersed in a world of rigorous training, voice lessons, dance classes, and acting workshops from a tender age. Read More
The rusty rails stretched into the distance, a stark reminder of the precarious journey Lyn Chevron had embarked upon. She stood on the tracks, naked and vulnerable, her body bearing the scars of a past she was determined to outrun. But in her eyes, a flicker of defiance, a glimmer of hope that pierced through the shadows of addiction.
John Dowling Jr., camera in hand, approached cautiously, his lens drawn to the raw honesty of the scene. He wasn't just a photographer; he was a witness, a chronicler of the human spirit's resilience. He had heard Lyn's story, the descent into the darkness of heroin addiction, the struggle for redemption, the daily battle against the demons that whispered in her ear.
"The Tracks of My Tears," he thought, the title forming in his mind as he framed the shot. The railroad tracks, a metaphor for the precarious path of recovery, stretched before her, a visual representation of the challenges and uncertainties she faced. Her nakedness was not mere exhibitionism; it was a shedding of the past, a stripping away of the layers of addiction to reveal the raw, vulnerable truth beneath.
Dowling clicked the shutter, capturing the moment, the light and shadow playing across Lyn's form, her expression a mixture of fragility and strength. He saw in her eyes the echoes of her journey, the pain, the struggle, the unwavering determination to reclaim her life.
After the photoshoot, they sat together, the silence punctuated by the distant rumble of a passing train. Dowling, with his gentle demeanor and empathetic gaze, encouraged Lyn to share her story. She spoke of the darkness that had consumed her, the isolation, the despair. But she also spoke of the light that had pierced through, the support system that had guided her, the unwavering belief in her own ability to heal. Read More
Behind him, the familiar comforts of Long Island, the beaches he'd roamed for decades, the city streets that had witnessed his rise as an artist and filmmaker – all fading into the rearview mirror of his trusty Trail Manor RV.
This was no ordinary road trip; it was a pilgrimage, a desperate quest for survival. Dowling, a man whose body was a battlefield against a relentless genetic foe, had embarked on a two-year odyssey across America, his camera his companion, his footsteps his lifeline.
A rare gene mutation was slowly destroying his arteries, and doctors had given him a grim prognosis. But Dowling, a fighter with an artist's spirit, refused to surrender. He'd read about the benefits of walking for cardiovascular health, and with a touch of Forrest Gump-like determination, he set out to walk his way back to life.
Thirty-six thousand miles of asphalt unfurled beneath the wheels of his RV, a testament to his restless spirit and unwavering hope. He traversed bustling cities and sleepy towns, his camera capturing the diverse tapestry of American life. He hiked through national parks, his footsteps echoing in ancient canyons, his lens capturing the raw beauty of the natural world. Read More
The air crackled with anticipation as a crowd surged through the newly opened doors of the Tanger Outlets in Riverhead, Long Island. It was October 27, 2023., and the arrival of this massive shopping center was more than just a retail event; it was a symbol of economic revitalization, a beacon of hope for a region hungry for opportunity. And at the heart of this grand opening spectacle was a performance by none other than Cheap Trick, the power-pop icons whose music had become a soundtrack for a generation.
John Dowling Jr., a young filmmaker with a keen eye for capturing the zeitgeist, had been entrusted with the momentous task of documenting this event. Armed with his camera, he navigated the throngs of eager shoppers, capturing the excitement, the energy, and the sense of community that permeated the air.
But Dowling's focus wasn't just on the retail frenzy; it was on the band. Cheap Trick, with their infectious melodies, explosive guitar riffs, and undeniable stage presence, were the perfect embodiment of the Tanger Outlets' vibrant spirit. Dowling, a lifelong music lover, was honored to be granted access to film their performance, to capture their raw energy and their connection with the audience.
He positioned his cameras strategically, capturing the band from every angle, zooming in on Rick Nielsen's iconic guitars and Robin Zander's charismatic stage presence. He documented the crowd's euphoria, their hands raised in unison, singing along to every word of "Surrender" and "I Want You to Want Me." Read More
The pulse of New York City, a symphony of human energy and urban grit, coursed through John Dowling Jr.'s veins. From the moment he first set foot on its concrete jungle in the early 1980s, he was captivated by its relentless rhythm, its kaleidoscope of cultures, and the stories etched on every face he encountered.
Dowling, a young photographer with a hunger for capturing the human spirit, found himself drawn to the city's vibrant streets, his camera a passport to a world of endless possibilities. He immersed himself in the city's diverse neighborhoods, from the artistic haven of SoHo to the elegant brownstones of the Upper West Side, his lens documenting the lives of everyday New Yorkers and the ever-changing face of the city itself.
Central Park, a sprawling oasis amidst the urban jungle, became his sanctuary, a place where he could observe the ebb and flow of human interaction against a backdrop of natural beauty. He captured candid moments of laughter and contemplation, lovers strolling hand-in-hand, children chasing pigeons, and solitary figures finding solace amidst the towering trees. Read More
The dazzling lights of Times Square, the roar of the crowd, and the electrifying energy of a New Year's Eve performance – this was the backdrop for John Dowling Jr.'s ascent into the world of celebrity photography. Tasked with capturing the iconic Taylor Swift for the cover of Model Citizens Magazine, Dowling found himself at the heart of a pop culture phenomenon, his lens capturing not just a rising star, but a cultural icon in the making.
Dowling's journey to this moment had been paved with a series of fortunate encounters and a keen eye for talent. His first celebrity client was none other than Muhammad Ali, a legend whose charisma and global impact transcended the world of sports. This early success instilled in Dowling a confidence and an understanding of the power of capturing iconic personalities at pivotal moments in their careers.
But the Taylor Swift shoot was different. This was a young artist on the cusp of superstardom, her music resonating with a generation and her savvy use of social media propelling her into the stratosphere of fame.
Dowling, with his forward-thinking approach to media, recognized the power of capturing Swift's performance not just for print, but for the burgeoning world of online video.
He was granted unprecedented access, allowed to film Swift's entire New Year's Eve performance in high-definition, a rarity in those early days of internet video. Dowling's footage captured the energy of the crowd, the intimacy of Swift's connection with her fans, and the raw talent that would soon make her a global icon. Read More
John has often commented that he knows what it is like to work as part of a team and considers himself a team player. He wrestled for six years, from seventh grade through twelfth grade, and for a few months through his first year of college. John participated in four varsity sports in his senior year of high school earning him an award given to only eight students from his graduating class. And yes, John is quite proud of that accomplishment. John also enjoyed running with his “ultra-marathon Iron Man father” who founded the Long Island Road Runners Club. John and his father often ran upwards of six miles per day, in and around Eisenhower Park as well as in hundreds of road races and several marathons. John held the record for the 220-meter relay, along with his high school teammates, for well over ten years. He ran his best mile in four minutes, fifty-nine seconds in one of his father’s Sunday races at Eisenhower Park.
John was an exceptional student when he applied himself. Even with his focus being on sports he received an honors diploma and graduated in the top ten percent of his class. Although he did not know it at the time, he has severe dyslexia, which made it nearly impossible to read long chapters or novels. His almost photographic memory allowed him to succeed in school despite the significant challenges he had in reading. To this day John has never read a single novel, even though he writes them ChaptersOfLove.net. He has however read millions of pages of technical data and tech manuals. Once John acquired his first computer he developed the ability to read and type nearly as fast as he could think and considers the computer and camera as an extension of his brain. Just an exerpt from Dowling Full Bio Here: https://johndowling.com/dowling-bio/ Read More
