At the World Center for Birds of Prey, 2007 His nickname for me was "Spug" or "Little Spug." When he answered the phone, he'd always say "Hey there, kid!" When I was born, he had just turned 22 years old. That 22 year age difference always felt like les
Well, another two weeks has passed, and I haven't been able to get it together enough to write any other blog posts. My ongoing failure in this regard is pretty silly, but I've definitely been busy. I think what's holding me up has been the idea that I need to write about my trip. What
GAH! I have meant to write so many blog posts between the last post and now, but I've been really busy shooting a music festival and all the other stuff that I do all the time (work, etc) -- plus, I've really been thinking deeply about creating meaningful content on the internet, and not jus
Oh boy, am I ever behind on posts right now. I spent a week in Mexico this month and didn't spend much time on the computer while I was there. I got back this past Monday, not even a week ago, and since then I've been telling myself that I can't catch up on blog posts until all of my DSL
I can tell I'm starting to get up in my head about photos sometimes, in the second half of January. Things like -- I get worked up about taking a photo, because what if it's not good enough or something? As if I know what not good enough even is? As if there's actually a standard? I
