Every day I struggle internally with so many things. In this rare [clear] shot of me, you see me how I am... basically a walking billboard for bad taste... which is a complete contradiction to how my co-workers see me every Monday - Friday... khakis, polo (or button down) and dressy Schetchers.
In real life I hate shaving and combing my hair (which is why prefer to shave my head). I have no sense of style (look at me, I look like a walking Christmas tree and I go out in public like this). I don't do it to make a statement, I just don't care what other people think of me.
Each morning I wake up wondering what I am going do... play bass, shoot some pics, draw, paint etc. And recently, more days than not, shooting pictures have prevailed.
I am not good at any of the mediums I work in... sure, by looking at my pool you will see that I have moments in photography, but even a one year old has moments of promise.
Each time I pick up a pencil, a paint brush, a musical instrument and even my camera, it is like the first time... I am a virgin to the medium all over again.
My life is like playing bass with gloves on... and it is frustrating. So if you ever see me on street holding a camera, pad and pencil, a brush, or a muscial instrument just remember...
Take it easy on me... I'm a virgin.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Groovin With Gloves On
Friday, March 7, 2008
First Signs Of Spring
Oh the joys of parenthood. The first goslings of the year and the parents are oh so protective.
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