Its my birthday.

I'm getting old. Slowly, but it is happening. I don't feel a day older than the day I graduated from university 13 years ago. Certainly a bit wiser, but still...


Every year, I celebrate by slacking off and running up a mountain. Mostly I climb Tiger Mountain, which sits right next to me and is 5 min away. Its the most climbed mountain near Seattle - mostly due to proximity, but you get some nice views. This year I went late - early afternoon and ran up and back in a decent 1:30 min. Nothing shattering, but fast enough. Took a few pictures, but have not pulled them out of the Leica yet.

Today I also submitted almost 100 pictures to a RM stock photo site. I've had a blast going back thru my archive and seeing what I have there. I'm also putting in two images into the APE pool. Its the last day for that. Selection hasn't been that hard, really.

Speaking of which, here is an image I pulled out from a few months back.

This is my son, again, sporting his mohawk. No, its not a faux-hawk or a jockhawk its the real thing and he gets away with it because I had one in my early twenties.

Punk Rock, baby, Punk Rock.

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