heinekren

One more day of vacation. I can already feel the alkeline sting of another workday in my veins.

Working in a photography store has drained my creative motivation. I barely want to touch my cameras, just as a meatpacker probably starts to hate steak, or a rock drummer dreads the next show.

Five more months (and counting) until I quit my job, move to Holland, and learn to love my camera again.

Until then, I'll look at naked people.