Fear

First off, I would like to tip my hat to someone very special. Today {maybe, no one knows for sure} marks the 17th anniversary of Kurt Cobain. He was one of the most talented musicians of my time, and to this day I am still sad that I'll never get to hear anything to new from him. He was a genius, and suffered crippling chronic physical pain. I will never forget the joy I got out of his music, and the sadness I felt when he died. So, Kurt, wherever you are, thank you.

"If you die you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I'm not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I've got."

Kurt Donald Cobain : February 20th, 1967 - April 5th, 1994

Ok, so, the fear part.


I was reshooting some of the "Blue" collection today. I was in my normal natural light window spot, sitting in a kitchen chair. While I was shooting the blue mason jar, a horrible shooting pain shot up my neck. I'm used to that, that's not the scary part. The scary part was that it happened while I was shooting. I didn't think much about it at first, except "DAMNIT!", but it was afterward when I sat down to load the photos, that it hit me. What if it gets to where I can no longer take photos?

Painting by Frida Kaolo

I may have only been at this for a little over a year, but I can not imagine life without being able to do photography. Photography and my animals are what gets me out of bed. It's a scary thought.

The Culprit

I guess if Frida could continue to paint, I can continue to take photos.

Here's a little Nirvana covering some Bowie.