Yo Wassup Whichoo Monday on Flickr.
Yeow!
That felt good.
The weekend.
Now we gotta grind it out for four and a half days… maybe five.
It gives one the opportunity to heal from the weekend.
The ancients called it the ‘cycle of life.’
There is Ying.
And there is Yang.
And there is your sorry ass havin’ to get out of bed and go to work.
Mine too.
It’s cool though.
I try to get so much into the weekend that I’m hurtin’ by Monday.
A little kayaking.
A lot of street shooting.
I hope you had a fantastic weekend and even if your body took a beating I hope your soul had a nice breather.
It’s the work week now.
We’ll get through this.
You go and rock your day.
Call it Stormy Monday
Last Night I Saw the Magic Man on Flickr.
Last night was some crazy shit alright.
I’ve got one piece of advice for you…
don’t ever go to a neighborhood festival in Chicago after say nine at night.
Trust me.
It’s cool if you hit it in the day earlier and stay all night.
But you don’t want to walk into a party like that by the time everyone’s been drinking one liter beers out of big plastic steins all day.
Bad mojo right there.
Twenty bucks and one and a half beers later it was time to scoot.
I went down to the ‘park’ and I saw the ‘Magic Man.’
The whole city was crazy I swear to gahd.
Maybe it was the full moon…
crossed with a Saturday night…
with a bit of the spell of the first night of summertime thrown in…
but man it was just freakin’ crazy out there.
Magic Man’s always a conjurer of cool though…
and we chilled out and watched all the chaos roll.
Hadda good talk.
Watched a little midnight voodoo.
By that time it was three thirty in the morning.
And we’d had a few.
I only figured that out right now after I looked at the time on this shot.
I wasn’t watchin’ the old watch and I was just kinda surfin’ the vibe on the street.
As skydivers say…
I ‘lost track of time and altitude.’
When the sun started to rise I looked at it and I said…
‘Holy shit is that the sun?’
I am one sore mofo right now.
Friday-Love! on Flickr.
Yeah.
We did it again.
We made it to Friday.
We got through it.
We survived.
We’re right here right now.
Forget about all of that shit.
It’s behind us now.
You know what we got?
We got the Friday-Love!
Good Friday-Love!
You feel it comin’ on?
That’s it.
Let it wash all over you…
deep into your soul.
It’s Friday.
It’s time to feed that soul of yours.
You gonna get freaky this weekend I know it.
Bein’ bottled up like that all week…
It’s time to let go.
It’s time to live a little.
It’s time to love a lot.
You know what I’m talkin’ about.
You get ready to have the best weekend.
This is your moment.
You’re on fire!
Friday-Love!
Wasted Years
Good Fortune on Flickr.
I am wishing you all of the love and the light in the world today.
The Brotherhood on Flickr.
Two Chicago street magicians sharing some secret knowledge.
I popped ‘em with my magical photonic flame thrower!
Lit ‘em up like they was standin’ in the sunshine!
Magicians have always fascinated me.
Their knowledge of the human mind is unparalleled.
That’s their greatest tool.
They know the way people think.
Their slieght of hand skills are hard earned, meticulously practiced and passed down through generations.
There’s magic on the street.
Bad Voodoo
The Dimension of Soul on Flickr.
“I found that while the camera does not express the soul, perhaps a photograph can.” ~ Ansel Adams
Two Little Burritos ~ The Twins on Flickr.
They were delivered a week ago.
Two tiny little burritos all wrapped up in swaddling blankets…
Five pounds and change each they’re just so damn cute.
Uncle Viewminder popped ‘em pretty good.
They kinda looked at that one ‘big eye’ in their face and it would make ‘em all quiet.
My girls are enchanted.
I do love babies.
I like watchin’ ‘em do like ‘baby kung fu’…
that thing where they move their arms and legs like they’re kung fu fighting.
Bike the Drive ~ Chicago on Flickr.
It was a beautiful day to go on a thirty mile bike ride up and down the closed off Lake Shore Drive in Chicago today…
or a beautiful day to photograph it.
Either way… I’ve been getting knocked about a little too much over the last few weeks and I’ve been hurt and sore all the time from various ‘misadventures’ with the camera.
I thought a mellow little bike ride to photograph would be something I could walk away from without a scrape or a bruise.
As usual…
I was wrong…
Obsessed on Flickr.
‘How in the hell did this thing get inside my soul like it did’ I wonder.
I mean… ‘why can’t I walk down the street and not think about jumpin’ somebody and shooting a closeup?’
Where did the quest come from?
Will I ever look at a shot and not think ‘what could I have done to make that better?’
I wanted to take pictures of beautiful landscapes.
Exotic places.
Gorgeous women I could go party with after we shot.
I didn’t wanna lace ‘em up and walk for miles down dark streets shooting strangers up close.
I don’t know sometimes how I got all mixed up in this business.
It’s more than photography I think.
It’s something probably that was always there.
That fascination with people.
Why they do what they do.
Sometimes I think it’s a curse.
I’ll be exhausted and I know I should be takin’ it easy…
maybe go to bed early…
get some sleep for once…
but it’s like the street howls at me…
‘tonight is the night’ I feel it saying.
‘Don’t go to bed… hit the streets… tonight is the night the light will line up with everything right.’
I’m fighting it right now.
I don’t want to shoot tonight.
I’ve got to kick it.
I don’t need to be out until the birds start singing.
I need to be up at five…
not out ‘til five.
I’ve never been real good at moderating anything.
It’s too often ‘all or nothing.’
‘Give it everything I’ve got.’
Delerious ~ Obsession
