Life breathes deep energy into a winter worn soul, grass sprouts up against the warm foundation of home, the snow piles die a blessed lingering death, holding on to the last vestiges of it’s miserable exsistance. “Die, you damn white trash” I mumble as I stroll the canine across the reviving lawn to enable him to crop dust the area. What the hell does this have to do with photography…get your ass out there and shoot images..that what it means..we have been hibernating for too long. Look at it this way, Labor Day is just around the corner…he, he..sadistic? I agree but its true!