mischeivious little bastard...

i don't really know if he/she was/is. you can tell in his eyes that my finger would be fun to snap off.

i know it.

and who the fuck wrote, "Photographs of animals that live with people in houses or on farms."

they were on drugs.

and why isn't there a completely friggin' separate category for street photography. not urban-friggin'-landscapes just street photography.

back to the parrot. he lives next to my ex-wife. i was picking up my daughter ... they were having a "suburban backyard party."

they were cool.

they wondered about this guy that shows up with holes in his clothes and a camera.

i always have a camera.

a visual sketch book for those that can't draw.

photographers -- i've said it before -- are painters with A.D.D.

but ... i was transfixed by these damn birds.

i was chased by one of these bastards when i was 10.

i won't forget it.

never.

their beaks are fucking big. i'm sure they could crush anything this side of titanium.

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