No Strings Attached

No Strings Attached
Originally uploaded by davejh23.

For Valentine's Day I received a new pair of Merrells. I have never owned any and I really wanted a pair. I am wearing them today...loving it by the way...but it made me stop and think. Am I becoming an old man because I celebrate slip on shoes? The question actually occurred to me last night when I was taking off my Merrells and putting on my house shoes. This Mr. Rogers moment made me aware that I am slowly slipping towards eliminating all strings from my wardrobe. Can I justify it with the desire for comfort? Or am I simply becoming an old man. If the latter is true that will explain why I have had the unbelievable desire to wear my white shorts/black socks/sandals combo down to the Pt. Mallard beach and search for treasure with my metal detector. Gotta go..Matlock is on.

Is Evan Uncle Rico?

Is Evan Uncle Rico?
Originally uploaded by davejh23.

Dear Evan,
This is what happens when you make fun of the photographer when he gets out an off camera flash cord to take a candid shot. The photographer however gets a well lit portrait. Sincerely, David "Do you have a vest I could wear?" Higginbotham

InnerEarScan

InnerEarScan
Originally uploaded by davejh23.

This is a photo of me from my recent "inner ear" scan. This kind of reminds me of those old twilight zone episodes where a kid would find out that his mom was really a robot.

Bullet holes and hairy necks

Just a totally random observation before I get started...you know those decals that look like bullet holes that people put on the back of their cars and trucks right? Do people who have real bullet holes get offended by these "posers"? I mean...if you went through the emotional and physical drama of being shot at...wouldn't you hate to have that badge of courage imitated by anyone with a knowledge of their nearest novelty shop?

I'd like to issue this request to all barbers, stylist, and the like. When cutting men's hair...shave the stray hairs on the neck...but for the love...don't create a new area of shaved-ness. I got a haircut yesterday and now I have like two inches of newly exposed skin on the bottom of my hair line. It looks great now...but I'm going to be hairy neck guy as soon as it starts to grow back in. So I'd like to thank the kind stylist at Head Start for going where no barber has gone before...and shouldn't have for that matter.

Valentine's Day and TGL

While recently looking at another photographer's website (www.peteryang.com) I stumbled across a portion of his site that is basically his outlet for random thoughts, ramblings, and personal photos. The thought immediately struck me, "I want an outlet for random thoughts, ramblings, and personal photos!" So here we go....

Yesterday was Valentine's Day and a friend reminded me of one of the most mind boggling traits of the modern female...I like to call it "The Great Lie" (TGL). It goes a little something like this..."I don't want you to buy me flowers...it's a waste of money". This statement of course holds no truth. Even when further quizzed the female in question will further TGL by insisting and affirming that receiving a fragrant bouquet is the last thing she wants.
I find myself wondering how many love struck teenage boys have fallen victim to TGL. Because as we know the teenage female is years ahead of the teenage boy when it comes to maturity and in playing "the game". So let me give this piece of unsolicited advice...give flowers freely and give them often. When in doubt...call the florist...send daisies...they are inexpensive and just as pretty as roses. If she tells you she doesn't want flowers...this is translated to mean, "If you don't buy me flowers you are the inconsiderate, selfish, lazy, waste of space my mother says you are."
Now what does this have to do with photography? Sadly...nothing. But if I can save one young man from the agony of TGL...it will all be worth it.