Spring Shaving
Blue Ridge Mountain Blues performed by Wayne White
Visited Seattle for the first time. Beautiful city and geography. Good eats, good drinks, and good company.
The idea to go was suggested and agreed upon, among friends sitting in a hot tub with full beers in hand, with plenty of empty ones nearby. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say the idea would fade away in the sobering light of tomorrow.
People don’t really do what they say, especially if they said it after a few drinks. But as luck would have it, we did what we said.
Signed a lease for this car when I was Twenty-Five. Paid too much for it, but have no regrets about it. Always wanted to drive a car like that. And I did.
Returned it today, three years later, after its been to the mountains, the snow, the beaches, and the desert.
Going to try not having a car for little. I have strong legs, and a bike that needs pedaling.
I do miss those big Florida skies.
Few weeks back at Jenn and Duncan’s wedding. Was an honor to be their guest, and a night to remember. I’d like more images like this to live here. They’re more important than the things I make.
Souvenir from a magical night at The Magic Castle.
Hand cut silhouettes by Dave Spafford.
Not everyone can say their health insurance puts a smile on their face.
Día de los Muertos.
Alexis and I under the St. Johns Bridge, in Portland, Oregon. My friend Craig married his wife Chelsea here. It was beautiful. And a bit hot out. Not sure if I was sweating from the Sun or from the taxi ride over, which rivaled any attraction at any theme park I’ve ever been to.
Over the years I’ve been to a handful of weddings, but Craig’s was really the first one that involved someone I’ve known since we were practically kids. Knowing how the story started, and to see it all come together, is really something. Most people don’t get the privilege.
Congrats Craig.
One of my best and longest standing buds, Giovanni. Came to visit Los Angeles for the first time, and it was the best time.
A rare shot of an Alexis, captured in the Angeleno wilderness.
My Dad, manning the grill, next to the pool, under the Florida sun. Following his dream of getting his family the hell out of the Chicago winters.
Here’s to him, and my Mom, for showing me what it means to take a chance and follow a dream, and for always encouraging me to follow my own.
Today’s my birthday, so I thought it appropriate to share a bit of my brother and I talking about how old we’re getting.
I’ve lived in California for nearly seven years, but feel like I haven’t lived a single day there. Los Angeles is where I’ve been living, and to me, that’s a very different place. Just a couple hours north took us here. To California.