a shot at Gawker Artists

While receiving a refund at the post office today I heard “Soul Makossa”. We used to do that tune in the early 70’s; Joe sang through his nose.

"Mama-ko, mama-sa, mama-ma-ko-sa", lather, rinse and repeat.

I feel that digital photography has been very kind to me. I also cook, and sometimes strut a bit upon the wicked stage.

I’m only an artist when people like my picture, my song, my words. Or . . .

I think I have a fair grip on when my work is good or fair or lame.

If not you will tell me.

Please do.