Today is my thirty-ninth Birthday.  I must admit that’s a bit of a scary concept.  I’m not going to wax nostalgic on you or have a “woe is me” moment.  I just find it strange.  I remember being Sixteen all full of Punk Rock Wrath and Angst and stealing the Battle Cry of the Who: “I Hope I Die Before I Get Old”.  How fucking original.

Well, I guess I’m not old.  I’m 39.  Two years ago I was going to write a book based upon a picture a day.  It was a simple enough concept. One picture a day for one year.  365 photos. It didn’t go well.  I missed the first day and then I took 12 pictures and gave up.  Today it seems fitting that I am going to attempt this again, this time in blog format.  Think of it as a countdown to the big 4 oh.

I’m a freelancer, bartender and most importantly a parent.  I have recently rediscovered my love for film photography mostly my Lomography.  Those precious toy cameras that always give lovely unexpected results.  I would love to use them as the daily pics but as they are film, I don’t think I could keep up with the developing.  Instead, I will go to my good friend Photoshop and cheat.

With out further ado, it begins…

Happy Birthday to me,

Happy Birthday to me….