Off to a flying start this Thursday. The job that pays the bills is just about complete and I can return to the hobbies I have and the wonderful family and friends I cherish. Got the batteries all charged up and heading out this evening to capture a few frames in between the errands I have to run. I got playing around when I was cleaning up my office and put a few things down on my studio table. (aka our first kitchen table).

I was going to do something with rose petals being the coming Valentines holiday is coming. But then I saw two old chrome lug nuts from my Crager Mach 8 mags from the old days. Don’t know why, just seemed like a nice contrast so I snapped a few frames. And of course unplanned ideas come up with cheesy titles for the post like “Petals 2 the Metal.”

I trying to pick up the camera now even when I don’t think of something specific I’m shooting. And do I need the practice. I haven’t scratched the surface of making good images yet, but I’m on the way. I have to operate on more than sheer luck and having my eyes open.

Well aren’t these boring? I guess I should edit better and just choose one.

After I shot them I found flaws in most of them I didn’t like but what the hell. Its my new mantra – shoot and learn.

I’m excited again about learning in all of my professions. So time to get out of this chair and petal on.

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Random Thoughts of the Day

If you desire to be a creative person. It’s like Christmas when you have idea storms.

I really miss having a powerful V8 under my right foot. But I realize I’ll live a lot longer because I don’t.

So our President wants a military parade. I’m thinking of something far different from highlighting the industrial military complex. Each town in this country should have a parade for all the veterans. Then they all should go to the nearest military cemetery and pay their respects there. Then down to volunteer at a local Veterans hospital. That would be a true parade for our Military.

There is a guy with a chainsaw in the next neighborhood that has been cutting for 7 of the last 8 days. And I mean cutting.

I have found the point in the week that I can breathe again.

Alarm rings, reminding me of chores and errands. So I must leave this realm for a short while. But “I’ll be BACH”