Although I felt bad for this guy:

This is going to be one of those complicated entries, but go with me.  I want to give the man who will be below an exotic head dress.  Said exotic head dress will be above him.  Exotic head dress first, then man.  Get it.  Got it?  Good.

Here goes:

OK, he now has his exotic head dress.  Ready-made Philip Treacy hat.  No need to go to England.

Now I am ready to accept the marriage proposal of the man with the exotic head dress.

The family portraits were funny.  These photos are just wrong.

First up, Percy from Blackadder in drag:

The over prominent chin:

And last but not least, a Photoshop disaster two hundred years in the making:

Her head is slightly larger than her waist.  Actually, her waist looks like it can’t exactly support her head.

Sometimes you meet people who look so similar that you swear must be related, even if they aren’t.  Some of us call those people “brothers from other mothers.”

Other times you see the same face over, over and over and over.  Like here:

I don’t know about you, but I feel like I am seeing the same face six times in this painting.  In fact, in these old types of paintings, the faces are all the same because the artist didn’t spend a lot of time with their subjects.  I have always liked these types of paintings.  And the world is full of them:

Things this beautiful deserve two entries:

Sun?  Icicles?  Glass?  Well, yeah, glass.  But not just any kind of glass.  Glass that just stuns you.  Glass that turns your ideas about glass on their head.

Dale Chihuly is a well known glass artist.  I’ve seen pictures of his work before, many times, but I’ve never had the chance to see it up close.  Live it all looked for lack of a better word, alive.

Really alive, but not threatening.  Just some kind of parallel universe where people are small, towered over by things like this:

Ah, yes, but I saved the weirdest for last.  Its a kind of a boat with a lot of glass in that doesn’t go into the water, well, actually I’ll just let you guys take a look at it:

Enough glass for now?  OK.

Now photography, professional type of photography, with a pro-camera attached to my arm is my life.  I mean it isn’t my official job, more like a second job for which I get no salary.

But it wasn’t always that way.  A long, long, long, long, long time ago (I mean long ago, more than a few haircuts ago, more than a few towns ago) I was in college.  In college I took the standard courses and the non-standard ones.  One of the courses I took was History of Photography.  I thought I was a bit too dumb to pick up a camera and just start shooting, so I took this course.

It turned out to be more educational than any photography class I could have ever taken.  I learned references, history and learned a new way to look at photos.  Everything could be artful.  Anything, including baseball players.

Well, here is my attempt at that: