The End of This Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Ten.

Yup, another year down.  So for your viewing pleasure or displeasure, here is a link a few photos from the beginning of my digital photography path and even one from a medium format film camera.  Progression.

As I am writing this I am editing a photo-shoot for my sister-in-law and her man (which was fun!), listening to mellow music and waiting for my coffee.  Ah, it's done.

As I was saying, I'm in mellow mode.  Not necessarily a good mellow, more of a melancholy mellow.

A friend of mine took off from his house this morning without telling anyone where he was going, he only took his wallet and ipod and left a note, "I don't belong here".  I want to let out a stream of swear words because I hate to see and know people feel like that.  YOU DO BELONG!

I can be tough about a lot of things.  I can do what needs to be done under any circumstance, amongst horrible tragedies and violent events.  But I can not stand to see friends hurting emotionally.  Unfortunately that is more likely to occur than horrible tragedies and violent events.  I care about people.  Without that what do we have? A rat race, literally, a mindless race to get to the end of the maze, consume the consumables and die.  No art.  No creation.  No love.

To quote a movie, "Life is pain, we need to squeeze every minute of joy out of it we can" - Hot Rod.

So here is my little joy.

-dg