Right now Cody is in a tropical paradise. Just the other day we were having hungover coffee at Fourbarrel Coffee. Life’s cray like that sometimes.
This is my father Tony, or as some of my friends (one friend) like to call him, “The Captain.” He and I had some Adelita’s together the other day and this morning he left for Washington. He will be there for the foreseeable future working on the boat and sussing out captain work and God knows what else.
It’s been a long weekend. I left for the city with enough money and clean clothes for two days and a night on Thursday morning and here we are with our foot in the door of Monday and I’m just getting back. Three rainy soaking wet nights and as many couches/floors later I’m about ready for a weekend from my weekend. The good news is that I ought to have some new work ready early this week.
It’s not a state secret that I’ve been having trouble coming up with new negatives for this blog. I’m not going to blame anything in particular for my lack of inspiration – after all, inspirations is inspirations and that’s all there is to it. Who knows from whence they come.
I didn’t have anyone to take pictures of I spent a whole roll on myself.
I’ve been meaning to photograph Angela for a long time now but there never seems to be enough light. A couple of weeks ago she invited me to an event that she was catering, the premise of which was everybody hung out, drank beer and painted on the walls. I figured if there was enough light to paint by there should be enough room to take pictures by and I was almost right.
I’d like to start this week off at the beginning. So here I am (I’m the baby) in Jamaica. I wish I could tell you about Sir Pluggy or his jerk chicken but I can’t. I like to think he’s out there somewhere, making jerk chicken, livin’ the island life but who can tell what in twenty-five years will happen.