And safety comes first.
Sunday, February 24
Words Are a Waste...Unless You Use 'Em in a Song
For years, I wanted to be a photojournalist. Writing is overrated. A picture is worth a thousand words, they say.
They? Who's they?
Pipe down. I'm trying to paint a picture.
Painting? I thought you were a photographer.
I'm not a photographer...yet. I said I would like to be a photographer. Stop interrupting.
Do you even own a camera?
No, but I have friends who have cameras.
That doesn't show much commitment.
What are you, my coach?
And work for almost nothing? Ha!
I wish my subconscious would stop butting in when I'm trying to get my photojournalist career going.
If only I'd gotten a clean shot of Barry that night in 1977, I'd be a real photographer by now!