“He Signs His Name With A Capital G”

Politics, politics, politics.

Photography makes me forget the world around me sometimes. It makes me forget that there is more to life than light and composition… that my country is at war. My country is at war with not only the world, but itself.

I see the evidence of war everywhere. Even if it’s just in a tattoo. It’s hard to see, but this is a tattoo of a grenade.

I’m also at war. At war with the things that I love. Photography, writing, and music. It’s becoming more and more difficult to play viola, not because my chops are falling behind, but because I have to devote less and less time to it. I’ve given up teaching, and it’s almost time to give up playing.

Don’t mind my self portrait.