j and i were in denver. we caught an 8 o'clock flight out of las vegas. it's not a long flight but after retrieving our bags, getting a rental car and all that shit ... it was time to eat.

i don't know denver well.

in l.a. i can show you where to eat at any time of the day or night or whatever ...

there.

not so much.

so ... we picked some diner.

i think it was called "denver diner" but don't quote me.

and, yeah, the mp is almost always on my shoulder.

or on j's lap when we're driving.

but at this time ... it was on my shoulder.

when we came to the diner we saw this old cop.

he was reading the bible.

i'm sure if that should scare me.

i mean ... perhaps that would mean he wouldn't necessarily resort to a beat down at first contact.

then again, all the crazy christian-righties controlling the country at present ... they probably would.

i mean ... isn't that the WWF-crowd?

and i mean ... like the first thing i thought was, "if i were going to rob a diner, it wouldn't be this one."

then again, i don't know what kinda street crime they got goin' in denver.

it was just cold.

we flew in a day after some major snowstorm.

really cold.

it was like sundance at two thirty in the morning cold.

that's how i measure how damn cold it is.

anyway ... the frame of the limo in my last deviation reminded me how i used the frame of this doorway.

and even though i shoot for fancy clients ... my first love is making photographs of moments which mean something to me.

personal work is your own pathway to God.

or reading the bible in a diner in downtown denver at 11:30.

whatever your opiate.

whatever your opiate.

i prefer photography.

leica mp. 35/1.4 summilux ASPH. 1/60th at f/1.4. ilford hp5 400 (normal). minor adj levels. +9 cont. labscan