By Jefferson Davis, on August 12th, 2010%
I have a gripe that perhaps some of you have as well. There are tens of thousands of groups on Flickr. Over the years, I’ve joined quite a few and contribute when I can. There is an entire segment of groups centralised around the cities in which we reside. I too think this is grand. It . . . → Read More: Group Rantings
By Jefferson Davis, on July 31st, 2009%
I’ve been having a rough go at it this last year. It was a year ago today that I quit my job and started making plans to leave the states. Plans don’t always come to fruition. In a way this was a good thing. I learned from my mistakes and will not make them again.
2009 . . . → Read More: To Blog?
By Jefferson Davis, on June 21st, 2009%
Wednesday afternoon I was in city centre doing a quick walkabout to stretch my legs. As I sauntered past the white collar littered promenade at lunchtime, a crowd of suits sped past me. One of them pushed me and my camera gear up against a brick building facade.
Normally, I would have brushed him off as an . . . → Read More: A flash of broken Mirrors
By Jefferson Davis, on May 14th, 2009%
As the sound of splintering white oak limbs reverberated across the large ravine, I thought of my grandfather. If it were not for him, I wouldn’t have known what to use to shelter myself from the horrendous rainstorm that blew out of nowhere deep in the wilderness trails of Caesar’s Head State Park. I would not . . . → Read More: Thanks Gramps
By Jefferson Davis, on April 3rd, 2009%
Tap…tap…tap
Whack…whack…whack…
Bang…bang
“This better be good at…4AM”, I yelled whilst wiping the muck from my eyes.
“Who the f*ck is it?” I demanded, as I treaded across the frigid oak floors towards the back door.
“It’s Dr. Don.”
I unlocked the door and swung it open in anger of be awoken.
“What are you doing here this time of the morning?” I . . . → Read More: Two Weeks Late