Way to be a downer
I’ve been carrying one camera or another for a long time. At some point it occurred to me that a picture is worth as many words as it takes to complete the picture. That number may be 0,
or (counting…) 19,
or you may run out of fingers and toes and need a little help.
Elvis signing with RCA Records under the ever watchful eye of Colonel Parker, just out of shot. The two had taken the contract out of the office to cool off after a heated discussion involving a clause requiring the rising young star to gyrate his hips in a manner which he found objectionable on the grounds that his mother wouldn’t approve. “I’m sure she’ll approve of the new house you’ll be able to buy her,” the Colonel told him. Warming to the idea but still uncertain if the road to hell is paved with good intentions, Elvis asked two young ladies if the suggestive thrusting of his hips would deter them from buying his records. They searched their conscience and assured him that it wouldn’t, provided he lived a wholesome life when not under the spotlight. Grabbing a pen and a boy passing on a bicycle, he signed. The rest is music history. The boy grew up to become a DEA agent and a big Elvis fan. More days in history
Everything and everyone is fair game, and I do mean everyone.
No need to sacrifice yourself for the cause
This is never going to come out. (If you like that, you might like this: What did the nun say to Jesus?)
Photoshopping is usually kept to a minimum, unless the picture is crying out for it.
While I prefer to use my own images, it would be foolish to ignore opportunity when it presents itself.
The lady wasn’t for hovering
Museums are my favourite hunting ground these days.
The great thing about this passion play is I’ll never run out of pictures. Or words.
When a man is tired of writing, he’s tired of life