“As soon as he could hold a pencil, he was drawing.” That’s what Mama always said about me. I’m still at it, with varying degrees of success.
Photos from my many different bands down (or is it up?) through the years. Here be the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautimous.
I’m not a professional photographer, but I love to take photos. It’s been said that I have “an eye”. Photos speak for themselves. You decide.
An incomplete collection, but one that seems to make sense once one has accepted that aging in inevitable and that we do change.