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Faces of L: Pouty. (at Colorado Renaissance Festival)

There you are! (Amber @ Scarborough Renaissance Festival, 2009)

1959 Voigtlander Vitomatic II, 50/2.8 Color Skopar, Fuji 400.

This is me. Among other things, I work at Renaissance festivals, managing a shop for some friends. One of the things I love about it is that I get to dress like this.

Growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You get hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you're just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something. Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There's the little empty pain of leaving something behind - graduating, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There's the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expectations. There's the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn't give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life as they grow and learn. There's the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens. And if you're very, very lucky, there are a very few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last - and yet will remain with you for life. Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it. Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it's a big part, and sometimes it isn't, but either way, it's part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you're alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.

Harry Dresden

Creamy tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich...about a thousand calories, but soooo good!

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A Box of Rocks

"Self-portrait." Medium: snow on Honda.

Testing out my new Leica M3 and Summicon 50 f/2... iPhone cover.

P in my pants.

"You look like that guy."

On Sunday I was in our shop at Sherwood Forest Faire, a Renaissance festival near Austin.  A family came in with two sons around age 6 or 7.  I was wearing my wide brimmed, wool felt Cavalier hat, that's olive green and weathered and dusty.  I also had on a thin green wool cloak, wrapped up around my shoulders and pinned in place.

One of the boys says to me, "You look like that guy from Indiana Jones."

I inquired which guy that might be.  "Indy's friend.  The one who's crazy."

I thought for a moment and realized that he was talking about Harold "Ox" Oxley from Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, portrayed by accomplished actor John Hurt.

So, apparently I look like an older, crazy John Hurt.

Yeah, I'll take that.