OK, so this Freelance Photographer/Photography Writer gig pays for shits. So I need a job. Knowing that my blogs hits like 30 people a month, I figured this might be a good place to see if anyone needs me…seriously. If you have a job for me in the Northern San Diego, Southern Riverside county area. Get in touch. pt at groundupphotos.com
You already know what I’m good at…well I guess we need more then that huh?
Hey you know you thirty people… You could always go over to my website and buy a friggen print or two so I don’t have to beg for a job!
Hmmm, you know for a big fat guy, I have a nice body and don’t worry, my arms are not that dirty. It’s just a cool Photoshop action I made called Gritty.
…Brown skin shining in the sun, you’ve got your hair combed back, wayfarers on baby…
Carlsbad California
When I was kid, that would be the shout out every Sunday.
We’d all pile into our 64 Plymouth Fury Wagon and off into the countryside we would go.
No maps, no destination. Just wherever the road would take us. Whatever we would find. Whatever we would…See.
So I thought I would do it again. Except it wasn’t Sunday, and I don’t have that Fury… but my Blue Stead would do.
So what did I find?
I found;
A Glider Port
I found: My favorite subject, Barbed Wire Fences
I found: a Road , long unused
I found: Happy Cows
This one thought I was cute. She begged me to do her Port…Cowtrait…I said I don’t shoot people…she said, “I’m a Cow idiot”
so
I found: Things that make you go WTF?
Giant Plaster Buddha’s in the middle of nowhere
I found: Small Towns with friendly people…well..Most of them
I found: Mailboxes
I found:…America
Thanks for coming along…for the Ride
Dorothy wasn’t home…
Looking Down
Getting Weed on the Street
The Jolly Green Giant was Pissed
One Way
In My Happy Place
A Year in the Life
Stab it with your steely knife but you still can’t kill the Beast
