Sometimes A Man Gets Carried Away
The first time I took my mother to Vegas
I found these negatives buried under a chair in my bedroom. They are old, bent, and dusty…but they are the only images I have of the first time I took my mother to Vegas..
I really need to take better care of the things I love.



For fun
My amazingly talented friend, Ashley, and I explored the deserted fairgrounds earlier today.


Some photographs she snapped of me. Check her stuff out here: The Repository



I said to my soul…
“I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.” – T.S. Eliot





























