What the hell is he doing today?
I don’t have time. I serious have a bad case of to much to do and no time. I miss you and I miss creative projects. I want to connect with you. I am worried that me being me is not enough to reveal my true affection for you. Are in need, can I not see or understand it? Most of all I worry that I have been content to focus on the task before me, and not those dear to me. Last month I took a job an hour and fifteen minutes from my house. Turns out it was more than I bargained for. Five days a week I drive to work, I work, I drive home from work, I help with dinner, make short conversation with my family, then to bed and repeat. This is my life. It is by no means awful. I love what I do, I love my family, and I love my alone time during my drive to and fro. However, this schedule leaves me famished for creativity, and starved for connection with you. So here is a little something. A lunch break something, a photo essay called “What the hell is he doing today?”. It is a daily photo poste