So Much In Life Came Down To

It Is A Cruel, Ironical Art, Photography. The Dragging Of Captured Moments Into The Future; Moments That Should Have Been Allowed To Be Evaporate Into The Past; Should Exist Only In Memories, Glimpsed Through The Fog Of Events That Came After. Photographs Force Us To See People Before Their Future Weighed Them Down.

But In My Humble Opinion, A House Needs A Good Party Once In A While; Remind Folks It Exists.

She Says There Are Stories Everywhere And That People Who Wait For The Right One To Come Along Before Setting Pen To Paper End Up With Very Empty Pages.

I Am Not A Storyteller . . . Not Like The Others. I Only Have One Tale To Tell.

Ah, Well. Life's Too Short For Moderation, Wouldn't You Say?