Black and White film photography,Portraiture, Railroaders,music making, tinkering, kibutzing,throwing computers over the wall and down the hill,skipping rocks, building just about anything. Having a 'cuppa with friends.Not answering the phone ( I'd make my clone do that )Drawing on boxcars, watching our society decay, oops, too late! Oh yeah,...I'd like to be a bank robber or something respectable like that.
W. Eugene Smith, Robert Capa, sometime in 1946.
Gawd! why not ask me something simple, like the meaning of life. It's become not much more than a beauty contest at times, spectacle........ commodity....capital!! Shame, something so fun is full of so many wankers!It's about fun,and being compelled, not hero worship. I'd be just as happy playng with me mates in an empty darkend room. The lime light is pure poison, and we do love our poisons , don't we!? Thank God for those who don't call themselves " Artists" They are the only ones that make it worth it. O.K. I feel better now...needed to rant, Thanks
Yeah, I like 'em,
Another object to throw down the hill.
Occasional good read.
My Dad