Bed Bugs And Goodbye Hugs

My parents visited me. It was a joyous occasion for all parties involved.


And I once loved a woman, and Georgia was her name
And we met up in the foothills of the Ozark mountain range
We saw the world together, and these parts that we loved most
She still comes to me in dreams, I am still haunted with her ghost
Oh   they call me Canyon Joe
And all my thoughts are heavy and my beard has grown long
And I search the faceless six strings for an old familiar song
But the chords they all sound foreign like the places that I've been
So I will close my eyes to sleep, tomorrow I will try again
Oh   they call me Canyon Joe


Sweaty Palms Sunday

I feel like I've been shooting at a lot of schools lately. Things are only going to get worse since its graduation week... err.... commencement week... err.... whatever its called. I'll probably be too tired by the end of this to go to my own graduation.

Pardon Me. May I Get Your Motor Running?

I shot the opening day of a new Harley Davidson store in town the other day. Whenever I see someone on a Harley I can't help but wonder if they are actually a lawyer or a doctor. There's something about riding a motorcycle that has just gotten so mainstream (i.e. Wild Hogs). In my mind a Harley is as closely associated with a retired couple as say Florida, The Price Is Right, or drinking Ensure would be. It's nice to know that some of these guys are still pretty legit riders who don't have a Cadillac or a mini van waiting for them back at home. One person at the store suggested that I pick one up while I was there and that the cheapest bike was fairly reasonable at around $8K. I politely declined a test drive. Another man was bragging to me that his bike cost around $25K new. I hope my face didn't show how unimpressed I was. 


Going through my hard drives listening to Devendra Benhart. Totally out of the blue, but it goes with my theme music for the night.



Some local high school students about to graduate getting shot by a non local college student about to graduate.



Thanks for the Stephan King book and the broken Shenae O'Connor tape. 

Why So Serious? You Won In Beautiful Light.

Found the C by the way.


Too Close

A Challenge To The Dark

shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ass
shot like a flower in the dance
-Charles Bukowski

America The Beautiful

Out of context, everything is weird. Though, putting things back into the proper context doesn't make the point any easier to find. 



We are far, but connected.
Walking home alone late at night 
will never seem quite right 
without you beneath me.