Yeah, I made that up.
I’m heading out for L.A. later this morning to go visit with the family, so if you don’t hear from me, that’s why.
I forgot and left my glasses on.

I have my mother’s hands. Strong, peasant stock. I’ve always been a bit self-conscious of them. With my short, crooked, bony fingers, I’ll never be a hand model. But last Mother’s Day, my daughter wrote something very special for me and I’ve never looked at my hands with loathing again. I’ve combined her words with a self-portrait I shot this past weekend.

Long time followers may recognize this wonderful woman. I shot her and her daughter right before Valentine’s Day (see here and here). She approached me recently about doing some head shots for her. She’s in real estate and needs a nice one for the company website, as well as for her business cards. We had a wonderful shoot on Saturday morning. She’s an amazing woman and I hope that shines through.
Here are a few of my faves.
Taken a week ago last Sunday. Angus MacLeod as the Spirit of Mark Twain in “Dark Twain” (A one-man show utilizing the darker writings of Mark Twain, with a few other anti-war, anti-imperialist types thrown into the mix for good measure). Performed at the Coffee Shop at Wildflower Village on 4th Street.