By now, everyone should know that my buddy Rick and I shot a Zombie Ball for the Fresno Bee last week. It had all the typical dangers you face when you shoot Zombies…and more. (See previous article).

They come out at dusk…

…but do they ever stop?

We have late breaking video. The brave reporter is none other than Rick himself, accompanied by some hot red head he hangs out with from time to time.

(Disclaimer – the following link contains political satire along with scary zombies. With the two party system of American politics as it is, I was forced to pick on one party or the other. This is not a political statement.  It is not my criticism of your intelligence, lifestyle, values or preferences. I am not attempting to influence your voting. If fun at the expense of your political heroes is too much to ask, then please move on.

To those of you who have seen this little satire before I posted this disclaimer – OK, enough is enough. You can return my emails and phone calls now. You’ve made your point)

Click here to see THE ZOMBIE REPORT!

God has a sense of humor.  No, really He does. Take for example, my Friday and Saturday evenings shoots for the Fresno Bee (I love those guys) last week.

Friday night was a shoot about women who stay up from 6 PM to 2 AM scrap booking. Yes, I believe I typed that correctly, these lovely women spend their Friday night in a gym at the local Baptist church cutting and pasting pix and memorabilia into books.

After seeing this shot, I can’t say I blame them.

Shots like these are keepers, that’s for sure. Not only are they cute as a button but these are the kind of shots you get serious mileage out of. Just imagine that your teen-aged son is bringing his new girl by and throwing considerable attitude about how uncool his parents are. Yup, just whip out the scrapbook and Mr. Studly become Mr. Lonely in just a few short, embarrassing, painfully embarrassing, really very painful embarrassing moments around the kitchen table.

Ah, the power of scrap booking is becoming more and more clear to me…

Here’s another pic I took of these dear, sweet ladies hard at work.  I took it standing on a chair, precariously balanced between life and death. Just for the record, when someone sees me for the first time, they don’t think ’steroids’ if you get my drift. These dear, sweet ladies very politely ignored me and kept on working. I am convinced that had I fallen and died, one of them would have taken a pic with their cell phone and memorialized me with some really fun cut out letters that spelled ‘Gravity Sucks’ or ‘Remember That Night When That Guy With The Camera Fell Out of the Sky?’ or something equally enthralling to the scrap book crowd.

Perhaps my greatest photographic achievement passed me by. Not everyone can say that they died on assignment.

And speaking of death… more…

I have been far more involved in survival than creativity, both physical and economic.  My spirit for creation has been beaten down by the necessity of maneuvering through the tyranny of everyday life. I have a studio I have not entered in over two months. This must cease if I am to have a life that is something more than just long.

The strength is there to create but the spirit is doubting. This is what happens when you enter the rat’s maze day after day and can’t find your way out.

This is not me, it is not my purpose or my plan.

This will change…