“With our Aqualungs we were now able to descend to 200 or 300 feet . . . to go further exposes a diver, not merely to increased pressure, but to a phenomenon known as ‘the rapture of the depths.’ The chief symptom of this phenomenon is, to put it bluntly, the sensation of becoming as drunk as a hoot owl.” – Jacques -Yves Cousteau, National Geographic, 1952. Maiden voyage of the Calypso.
These three guys are now available as prints. The knife couple is also entered in the latest Saatchi contest. You can vote on it if you are so inclined. Voting takes some stamina, because you get a random selection of matchups. There are 980 of them. If you go through all that to vote for me, I promise I’ll love you more than I love waffles from vans on the side of the road in Belgium. And that’s saying a lot.
I hung out with some deer. They don’t take direction very well, and sometimes they leave deer slobber on your camera lens. One is called Old Mama, and one is called Fanny, and in the background somewhere is The One Who Could Use A Good Conditioning Treatment.
Snake Farm, New Braunfels, Texas
Side of the road, Texas
Middle of nowhere, California
Hadean Age, Texas
Budapest, Hungary
Austin, Texas
Hawaii
Don’t remember where, Texas
Langtry, Texas
Brooklyn, NY
Prints are back in the shop. For now there are some ladies, a sappy and/or dysfunctional couple, and a little bit of boardwalk.
Stay tuned for more updates this fall. We’ll be running through knives, having relations with square dancers, and cleaning up the Kremlin.
I ran away for a little while. Pike Place Market, Seattle & Granville Island Market, Vancouver.
