There's only this...

ah memories.

from Rent to now, memories rushing back.

when was that exactly? I won't dwell on "shoulds"...but wow, wouldn't it have been an experience...just to try out. I could have been Roger or Mark.
so I've been told
...

and I've been told lately...that perhaps I should let my hair grow. kinda like Roger's. but I wonder if perhaps it would look to country/rock-ish. and this is the inbetween stage where it's shaggy and not quite manageable...and I don't think I could stand waiting.

so perhaps I need a hair cut.

my profile(s) photo is a little misleading. it's me, un-retouched and a true straight shot with no editing at all...but it's me two years ago.
why don't I have any of me now?
maybe someone needs to do a photo shoot. someone I went to class with that knows how to bend light to their will.
or maybe I need to pick up my damn film camera(s)...and reinspire myself with a bout of self-appreciation and arrogance. goodness knows I'm not nearly arrogant enough as is
but for goodness sake...having been blessed with familial financial benefactors to get the studio business started (it was my idea though, and my skills and talents and passions that created it), to actually have a freakin Hasselbald and 4x5 Wista...yeesh. I need to get back in the darkroom.
Enjoy digital...go crazy with it. But I need to explore film again.

I miss the darkroom days. Loading film...needing help along the way and being granted such delightful assistance in getting a 120 roll onto the damn reel.
I should go back to school. It's never too late, eh?

I need to learn how to make screen prints.

Ah, Fate. What are you playing at?

"There's only us, there's only this. Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road, no other way...No day but today."