Doing a 365 with PSA (photographic society of america). Just started.
Just needed to get it done. Lego looking little lad.
Marley is just a tad too young to lift his leg, but he likes to pose.
Photography Thinks
Somedays the photo gods smile down at you. Having a blah day in the Morikami Japanese Gardens when this Geisha fell from the sky and shared her beauty with me.
Julio manages the fish department at “The Boys.” Order dinner. No muss or fuss. He cooks the the lobsters and cracks them. We eat them. Eat in. Not cheap, but not outrageously expensive. No drinking and driving. Always a smile and always reliable. Still, you have to deal with the rabble at “The Boys.” Ouch.
We were shooting Paul Berch’s campaign photo. Barnes showed up just to encourage me to get it right. Special. Paul won and we hope has been doing good things.
The Medina of Marrakesh looks like it did before cars. Snake charmers. Monkeys. People from all over. Not enough time to see everything or eat street food.
So Trump grouches about how Flynn got fucked. What does he know? Flynn lied and who knows. He will buy his way out with his testimony, saving his kid and keeping his money. Me! A big lie by Hynes, poor reporting by the press and a corrupt system ruined my life, a life I had been building, a life designed to do good. And my nemesis has returned to power, aiming at the Special Prosecutor. Rudy got me, because I am a nobody with no friends or family. He cannot get Mueller. I still have my wife and little else.