Too Strange to Predict
You know... life is a crazy thing.
One day you're out in the country, hanging out at a junk yard, watching cars get crushed while eating lunch next to a man with no arms, and then the next day you're in Hollywood, on the set of a national television show, drinking "Sex on The Beach", and talking to Robert Downey Jr. about mushrooms and Radiohead.
What the hell is going on here?
If you were to put my life down on paper,
it would look like one giant
scribble.
It makes about that much sense.

Created this the other day...
Another part of my "90 Seconds or Shorter" series.
Garden
Postcard of a Country Dinosaur w/ Sound
Made this yesterday...
Can't Stop Thinking About It - Refusing to Think About It
It started pouring down rain while I was working in the garden with
the potting soil.
I ran inside seeking shelter,
and noticed the camera was still mounted on
the tripod from a previous shoot.
So, I snapped a couple shots by the front door
in that nice, stormy twilight.
I look like a coal miner.
If you look at it with the right eyes, I think the top picture could very easily be an old man.


