The cool air carried the smell of alcohol over the crowded sidewalks. Laughter, release and the midday breeze embraced the streets like a song from an 80’s sitcom . . . where everybody knows your name.
I can judge the moment or . . . trace the light with my lens.
We choose to surrender to this earth and to our inhibitions when it’s convenient and when it’s politically correct. We think we are our own, unique and set apart. Fool.
Adam wore skin.
Movement speaks in every direction and there is nothing you can do to stop the momentum of your life. Nothing.
Have your opinions. Wear your skin. Move in a direction.
Don’t judge the portrait.
He wore a bandana and he smiled . . . sometimes.