when all else fails….


Feeling tapped in the meditative story-telling department – but I’ve been having plenty of adventures.

We’re at the part of the year where freelance moonlight ramps up as companies find budget they didn’t know they had.

It’s all good – but the introduction of the concept of a “day job” means free cranium time is becoming a commodity.

Get up…
Go to work…
Work…
Go home…
Get to work…
Go to sleep….

rinse and repeat.

So whuduya do when you don’t have anything clever to say or no heartstrings to strum? **

Talk about work….. or flash some skin….. or both?

The bar needed a poster for a contest.

I have a pet peeve about bars that “borrow” photography to stick on promotions….

Fortunately I happen to be partnered to “the” archetypal bear man*.

So yesterday was fun with tummys and single-point lighting.

Tummyscapes?

Plane-jane typography and the “anti-grid” is becoming a passing interest.


*Archetype status assigned through personal preference. Your ideals may vary.

** Question posed assuming there is a blog. Please check your own reality for presence of journal.