The May Gray….


I was born in May. If that were not the case, if somehow I were born in March, then I’d hate May. I mean, at least on the east coast of the United States, May is pathetic. 

Rain Rain go away and all that bullshit. Sure, shooting street photography in the rain ☔️ can be fun sometimes, but only as a novelty. I’m a sun baby. That’s probably why I long to move to Phoenix. I could live there, sunbathing (baking) in 100 degree heat all year round, happily shooting photos and smoking California weed all day. 


Also, I can’t ride my motorcycle as often as I’d like when it rains so much. It just sucks all around, May does. May isn’t as bad as April though, where pollen and allergies force me to contemplate suicide annually. May is just a wet, trashy mess and I just happen to have been born in May so unfortunately I can’t hate it. 


Oh well. I’ll snap photos of what interests me in this mucky weather until summer arrives, if it ever does. Day after day of incessant rain and one can’t be sure anymore. If you find yourself bored on a rainy day you can check out my book Tiny Daggers in my Heart, which was published in 2011 and is available in very limited quantities on Amazon here

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