As of late, it would seem that the creative juices are flowing again, but it's admittedly been far more fickle than I would like. It seems like my motivation and creativity is far more keyed in on specific individuals than it historically has been, and while I'm told that is progress it feels like an elitist attitude and I don't much like it. So if I have said, "no thank you" to shooting please accept my apologies for becoming something of a raging creative snob.
And if I've asked you to shoot, or responded favorably to your request, then it's time to bust the funk off in magnanimous fashion and open a big can of creative "whoop ass." If you think that you have a can you could spare, let's talk.
And Todd Taylor is wrong...honey roasted cashews kick the crap out of the plain old dry roasted kind. And I will kick his ass if he says otherwise (assuming that I can grow about another 6" and add about 50 lbs. to my build).
Too many to mention, but special love to Dee, 'Manda, Bree, and Jules. And of course to the old Hide House team of Michael and Mikey for giving me the best place to start. Ahh, to go back and do it all again!