T-Dogg

Not to be confused with P-Dog, who is a bit less of an authentic cowboy.

And I don’t have a pilot’s license.

Outside

Partiers, thankfully not too raucous: standard St. Paddy’s celebrations I suppose.  I met a couple fun people at the photographers’ open house that invited me out afterward, and I was going to meet up with them at a particular Irish pub.  They offered to share a cab with me but I wanted to put all my excess stuff in my truck instead of carrying it around with me, so I went there first and walked to the place.  Of course they never showed up and I can’t blame them because there was no way we were getting in.  I got what I wanted out of the experience, which was plenty of crowd shots.

Actually as soon as I got there I remembered why I hate the bar scene and shied away from it.  And you don’t find true Celtic culture in a gaggle of slobby drunken Americans that just want a themed party with green Budweiser.  Why do what everyone else already wants to do?  I don’t mind being in crowds but I have to remember that I’ve never benefited from being a part of them.  At the same time, staying home every night watching movies isn’t really much of a life; I just don’t know how to really strike that balance yet.

I never could sit still
I never was too hip
I never caught the ride
-Oingo Boingo

Hot & cold

Both are necessary and I’ve found that dual-wielding drinks is the correct way to operate when talking all day.

Also this is the time of the year when it fluctuates being hot and cold.

2019 jeep tours, Pt.IV

Laying down track and trying to stay ahead.  I’m quite a bit ahead now considering I’m just getting to these photos!  And I suppose the thing is that if I didn’t tell you I shot these nearly 5 years ago you wouldn’t have known that they were that old, right?

This collection has a handful of pictures in it that I really like from a composition standpoint.  As well, a couple of them feature my coworker Curly who is now retired and living in California.