Bourbon is for babies, real men eat cigarettes for breakfast. Come to think of it, on a volume basis there's probably more bourbon than babies in Louisville. Used to, there were a bunch of factories here

Back in 2017, I tossed my camera and camping gear in the car, aimed it at the setting sun and hit the highway. Spent the next twelve weeks meandering around west of the Mississippi River just shooting

“I am truly free only when all human beings, men and women, are equally free. The freedom of other men, far from negating or limiting my freedom, is, on the contrary, its necessary premise and confirmation.”

Is there anything better than kicking back and enjoying some good live music? Maybe taking photos of it. . . Got to do a little too much of that the other weekend when Highly Likely was playing down on

“My loyalties will not be bound by national borders, or confined in time by one nation's history, or limited in the spiritual dimension by one language and culture. I pledge my allegiance to the damned

Ain't no money in poetry, that's what sets the poet free --Guy Clark Photography is a visual sort of poetry. Pays about as well as the written variety too. It's all good though, whitey's on the moon. Or

Recently posted some photos from back in February when we carved some blocks of MDF to make prints with. This past Saturday we finally got to do the printmaking part, moseyed up to the Portland Museum

Back in February we moseyed over to a local print shop for a carving workshop. Put on by the Portland Museum (Portland is a neighborhood in Louisville's West End that used to be a separate city) as part

It's not until you take the notion to drive across this country that you really start to get a feel for just how goddamn big it is. The miles roll by and the odometer starts to get dizzy but the land just

Are you the real Stairway to Heaven? Can always tell when spring has well and truly arrived, my back always does this neat trick where it goes out right when its time to do all the spring things. Last

I turned twenty-one in prison, doing life without parole. Mama tried. Didn't do nary bit of good. Mama Tried Tattoo Parlour here in Louisville is a different story. My partner has been going under the

We're still here! Last week was a bit much, had two tornados touch down in the span of four days and then Flash Flood Warning and their big sister River Flood Warning came to stay for the second half.

If you find yourself in search of a ghost, old cabins are always a good place to look. There's a trio of those just up the road from me, place called The Little Loomhouse, which date to the late 19th century

The deluge is nigh upon us! Got a storm rolling in here in the next hour or so that's supposed to bring us all sorts of severe nastiness, and then stall out and just hang around. They calling for Louisville

Can someone please explain to me why ecency points continue to exist? Was pushing buttons in the wallet today and discovered that I was closing in on 35k ecency points, with the unlikely estimated value

Don't know about y'all, but if I ever go for a ten mile run it'll be because somebody's after me. Obviously, there's plenty of folks that don't see things that way and I think most of them went for a run

What ever happened to that 'kinder, gentler machine gun hand,' does anybody know? Was listening to a Warren Haynes live album today and they covered the titular track. Hits a little different these days.

Good riddance, don't let me catch you around here no more! I reckon we'll get to enjoy at least a couple weeks of spring before either it snows again or summer starts. Maybe both. Does it even count as

Ever play with needles? Can't say that I have, under doctor's orders to restrict myself to things that shoot. The same does not apply to my partner, so this weekend we headed to the appropriately named

Should be working on my Little Loomhouse project but the world and my brain are busy and neither are doing what they ought. It doesn't count as procrastination if you're still productive, right? Got a