I just watched a Food Network show about a magazine editor, Kate Sullivan , who loved decorating cakes so much that she decided to start her own cake business, Lovin Sullivan Cakes. With a newborn and no stable income, she still took that chance. What does it take for someone to decide to give up a good career to do something they love? To do something unorthodox by society’s standards?
In a couple of days, a friend of ours will leave her job to write children’s stories. I admire that. It takes courage to take that leap.
Job satisfaction cannot simply be a paycheck at the end of each month. For everyone out there who’s ever contemplated pursuing a passion, now’s probably as good a time as any to think about it.
When the woman behind you in the line at Starbucks orders a “non-fat one-shot tall latte with 140-degree milk.”
Finally, the great Polariod works of art are scanned. As this is my brilliant first attempt at making my own photo website, I was unable to fit all the different sized images onto a single website so the photographs are divided into big Polariods , shot with my trusty old Polariod the size of a Big Mac; my new Holga 35 mm automatic , which was unpredictable but a lot of fun; and many smaller Polariods taken with the Fujifilm Instax Mini here , and here , and also here , and finally here .
More to come, once I upload all of Andrew’s and Joel’s images.
I’m relatively new to this blogging thing. The prolific bloggers do it every day, with such detail. And all I can think of is, my family and friends might read this. When do you decide to take that leap and say, “Fuck it, I can write exactly what I’m feeling?”
I guess the best blog audience is one that doesn’t know you. There’s comfort in an unknown audience, much like confessing, not that I’m a Catholic. I have so much to say, and yet, I don’t. Maybe tomorrow.
Own a house behind a wire fence. Lift it with two i-beams and build walls around the empty space. Not happy with your original house? Make it bigger. I love America.
Do I still photograph daily? I wish. I used to carry a small digital camera and now we’ve lost the battery charger so the camera’s dead. But that’s no excuse. I read about a man who photographed everything he ate for a year, and he published a book, “Everything I Ate.”
I wish I thought of the idea first. I have a modest collection of photographs of my feet all over the world. Does that count? I know of a photographer in Detroit who takes beautiful images of a bowling pin in different, sometimes surprising, locales. Check out Trippy Ads
So this is a little late, but we had a wedding party in Breckenridge, Colorado, last weekend. That was something else. No photos yet, but hang in there. Meanwhile, Dave’s already got a couple online.
Party On
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