..::Daren The Wilson::..

One of the bestestsist of friends of mine and many, including me. Has the best overgrown beard this side of the Mississippi, doesn't skip a beat but does skip other things, draws with the hands of a sniper, but a sniper that can miss on purpose, dresses like a french man but smells much better than a French woman. Lets friends sleep on his floor for multiple nights in a row and shows no sign of being annoyed but i can still see that it would be. Likes to offer tea to you every chance he gets even after you tell him you are not such a tea dinker. Has a beautiful record collection but for some odd indescribable reason wants to sell his original pressings of Animal Collective insisting that he doesn't need them anymore. So I bought them with a sincere promise that I will sell them back the day he realizes that he made a huge mistake. Daren, you did. I love you and sorry I haven' kept in the greatest of touch. You do need to come down to San Diego though. I think that you have made one voyage down here since I have lived here. OK,... two times, maybe three. Enough of this.

...:::Baking in the oven:::...

....::::::32 and counting. My "Blog" is taking a turn. I don't keep diaries so this is gonna be that. For me, not specificall for everyone to see but obviously for people to see. As far as words in a diary, this won't be. I guess a photo diary with a rant pulled out of my pocket and maybe a belly button here and there... occasionally crumpled piece of paper barely legable but glued to the computer screen hoping that it will melt through the screen to end up on my blog page. I guess I hate having a blog because I feel the need to be that "blogger." I could care less that people read it, but get excited when someone likes one of my photos . If I capture a good moment, I'll throw it up here. If I actually have a great thought that I actually remember, since I never write anything down, I'll scribble that on my keyboard as well. It seems as though I have escaped the world for the past year and it feels like its time to come out of my cave. I guess I hoped to get all this amazing photo work done and write a thousand songs wile in hiding but it didn't work like that. But now hopefully I can do what I promise. Here is a pic I just pulled out of a drawer. I wonder how many photos I have in my drawers like this. So many beautiful ones.
Peace and Love, Peace and Love,
tyson:::::::...........