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The purist in me feels bad about being a digital photographer. Not that I’ve ever really used film, but it seems like that’s the way ‘real’ photographers would do it. The advantages are just too dad gum huge to switch.

1) A lot less money. I can take brazillians of photos and not worry about wasting money by wasting film. That’s a big deal.

2) It’s a lot more convenient to post process and manipulate on my laptop than in a dark room.

Now that we got that settled, let’s go get some chili dogs.

We dug this bad boy up at Duckhead Park a few days ago. He was huge. Really. Huge. He was a fourth meal.

You are the best.

The best Wife.

The best Mom.

The best Friend.

And, I’m really glad you grew out of the to-the-side-pony-tail phase.

I love you.

You can give Amanda some birthday love here.

A while back I posted to Muxtape some music I made. Since Muxtape is no longer available to the general public, I thought I’d put my homegrown tunes in my box. Here’s a playlist for your listening pleasure.

Zapatero // Zapatero means cobbler in Spanish.

Way Farin’ Stranger // This mandolin driven ballad was a collaboration between Ethan Ray Bush (mi hermano) and myself. He plucked the mandolino. I struck the quijada.

The Dips // One take. Harmonica and accoustical guitarra.

Don’t Go Home // Brad “Hound Dog” Johnson and myself threw this track down in one take. We were just a stone’s throw from the birthplace of blues, Memphis.

Range // Wait. Did I play this?

Mexican Funeral // The name is self-explanatory. Orale!

I Could Run Away // This song was originally written by Waterdeep. Adam Copeland and myself recorded this version in Mount Pleasant, TX. On a farm.

E Jig (Minor) // Ethan Ray Bush. Nuff said.

Dust Bowl C (Huancane Remix) // This song was an inter-continental collaboration between myself and Rick “El Cubano” Martinez. Rick lived in Huancane, Peru at the time of recording. I was in Little Rock, AR.

Car Port // Fergalicious.

Beat Base // Word.

Feel free to download them. Pretend you wrote them. Package them. Sell them. Get rich off of them. Just cut me in.

Sophia lives fully in the moment. She loves people. She loves a party. And, truly, she loves a good mud puddle.

Ark hunters and Bible enthusiasts are buzzing about a report that the Ark of the Covenant, the ancient container that holds the Ten Commandments, is expected to be unveiled in Rome today.

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My mother-in-law, Ginger, busted out her prom dress which she wore to the Crossett High Prom where she was crowned prom queen. Sophia put it on, too.

. . . mayonnaise in a squeeze bottle.

Sometimes we eat dinner at church on Wednesday nights. The kids dig it.