Retired from the rat race, and now a stay at home dad. Amateur photographer who attempts to write American Haiku in the style of Jack Kerouac to go with some of his photography, as he debates about becoming a professional photographer
"I celebrate myself,
and what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good
belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease ...
observing a spear of summer grass."
- Walt Whitman