Hank Henley has spent a lifetime recreating himself: an educator, arts administrator, world traveler, artist, and advocate. Lately, he’s traveled the world looking at it through his camera lens. He finds beauty in places few think to look — and honesty in places they purposely don’t.
Like a lot of people over the past century, Robert Swann first came to the historic St. Paul United Methodist Church in Dallas, Texas looking for something of the Divine to fill parts of his heart left humanly empty. He found something but not what he expected. The church became his family. And jazz became his mission.
Tracy Fulton has a respectable enough job. He’s a private banker in a very tony part of town. If he were to divulge his client list, you might see names most of us are used to seeing only on TV or maybe a building. He sees them as contacts in his cell phone. But every third Thursday of the month, he swaps out his grey three-piece suit for a tuxedo. He puts down his smartphone for a microphone. And that’s when this buttoned-up banker-by-day turns into Mr. Cabaret at night.
