It's a little late for Easter, but I've been hidin' those eggs. 😂Working on updating the site. Patience is greatly appreciated. Trying to implement a voting module, to get an idea of which images would be worthy of being made into prints. Out of ~120 images total, I've whittled it down to around 50 of my very favorites; what I think are my best work. Hopefully I'll have prints available by this summer, if everything goes swimmingly. Whoooop!

Can you tell which one I carried on me every day for about 5 years straight? Lol

"Love is like a button we pressed,last night by the campfire."

Alone I arrived;Alone too, shall I depart. The gift, after all, was simply to have known you. ... and survive to tell the tale.

Just frozen. :P

Christmas...Birthday Young ManNew Year?!Five Nights At Freddies II to round out the last of 2025. Also, I found my 3RD torched car of the year!Makes for a nice little mantle piece. I  think. You could find out for yourself... BUY MY ART!... Dammit! 😂

Merry Christmas, lovlies!Remember:Be thankful for what you have, for those you share it with, for the time you've left to spend. Because if you're ugly on the inside... It's only a matter of time before that, too, is gone. And once it's gone, It's GOOOOOOOWWWWWWNNNNNNNEEEEEEE. 😂[PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES 'TIL I'M FAT.]IT'S CHRISTMAS, BIIIIIIITCH!!Oooh!

It's all for you. 

Jeepers gang! I think I found a clue!What could it possibly mean?What? ... Oh. Oh yeah, that. Sorry.

Also...Vermont Portrait Studio!

Soooo, the new site's not quite ready to go live yet, but it is close! (>60-65%). But I've been putting something together that's slightly more... subdued?  More refined maybe?Mature... Flllllesshhhed Out.- and a bit less "Little Edgelord Fauntleroy" Haha. Vermont Portrait Studio is in the works. Slowly. But surely.

Have you met KazooShe's a beautiful girlShe came from the depths of the greasy underbellyOf this big brown world

Stand straight, fall back in line.Comb your hair, get to work on time.Everyone in the big machine,tries to break your heart, and pull you underneath.

Jesus Fucking Christ, sometimes I would love to be able to just bury myself in the sand until the heat death of the universe. 

It's been a tumultuous ride these past few years. But throughout all of it, I couldn't have asked for a better co-pilot to weather the storms with. 

Singing about Dan Bongino, and Spirit Halloween, and Grandma and the men in the basement, and the Joe Rogan podcast.

New camera and lens finally arrived. 

1934-2023

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