Who knows ...

... maybe I'll get rich doing cat portraits for Hollywood types.

Yeah...

... so I shot a landscape. I'm not getting rich doing portraiture; maybe I'll get rich being the antithesis of Uncle Ansel. Fuck shadow detail.

If you ever see...

... me playing solitaire, please consider that a cry for euthanasia.

I feel like...

... having a bunch of money. If everyone who stops to look at the blog buys a print, my wish would come true. So step the fuck up.

It's been tough...

... to find anything to shoot and post, after chronicling my mother's decline and time in the departure lounge. But, for those of you wondering why I hang around in Halifax when I dislike it so much: here's the reason.

Well, that's that...

... my mother's dead. Here she is a few years ago.

What next?