H two O man

...stories to tell.

grandpa-in-laws girlfriend

some people simply have more style than others.

the new gaurd

ladies and gentlemen... i would like to introduce you to the newest chairman of the grounds committee at one of nashville's premier daycares. but, i can not divulge his name here, because i just don't do that. i held the position for the last fast year, and it was the least amount of work that any chairperson has ever done... well, it was at least close to the least. although i still have one more year as a parent of a child at this school, i did not feel that i was capable of upholding the office any longer, and this hardworking father seemed eager to take over the office and lead the grounds committee in a great direction. it is a very exciting time.

strolling surprise

i have known this portrait person for about twenty years, but that did not do anything to lessen the fright that i gave her as i crept up to her in my car as she casually walked with her dog... and i yelled, "HEY!"

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i used to smoke between a pack and a pack and a half of cigarettes per day. i loved it with every thought that i could think about it. it brought me an extreme amount of comfort in times of discomfort. it gave me a momentary escape from loneliness, boredom, and hunger. it was there for me the first thing in the morning and the last thing before bed. all of this worked very well for me until i realized that i was an addict. ------------------censored--------------------------------------censored--------------------------------censored--------------------after countless attempts, i finally overcame the three, six, and nine month hurdles, and i have stayed smoke free for eight years or so. i do miss the pleasurable parts about it sometimes... the ritual, the escape, the drug. i don't miss everything else about it. i do understand why people smoke... i also understand suicide. i just don't agree with either.

there is some mystery left

in this project, there are a number of people that are included because they happened to be in a particular parking lot at the same time that i was passing through looking for someone to portraitize. lucky for me, and maybe for this woman too, there is a commercial area not far from my house with a coffee shop that stays open late. the night casting darkness on this series of photos was a cold one, and these shots were taken quickly for the benefit of all involved. i had no interest at this hour to be standing in the cold, and she was just trying to leave the coffee shop with her friend. this project sometimes interrupted what was expected to be the natural rhythm of life, but, i imagine that is one of the blessings of life... the mystery and the unexpected.

endbeginning

an end is a beginning is an end is a beginning. the end of one year and the beginning of another is usually a moment full of potential power. psychologically, it allows for us an opportunity to change, like some mystical roadmarker on the map of time where we have a choice to turn the vehicle around, change directions, or continue going the same way. we get a new lease on life if we choose to sign those papers. of course, these options are there for us any day of the week or year. december thirty-first, as decreed by some who's who of white men tons of hundreds of years ago, is the end of the year, and an optimal time to make resolutions. january first is the clean slate. so, who do you want to be today? what do you want to do better than before? how are you going to live your life? today is the new tomorrow.