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2008
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The
Life and Times
This would
be
the random thoughts, often meandering and incomplete, of Dan Abernathy.
This is "my space dot something." A place to keep everyone up on what's
going on
in my life and how my mind is working, or what state of chaos and
confusion
that I am in. Here are my thoughts, rants, introductions, new images
and
projects I am working on and anything else that I want to place here.
Here
there are no rules! This will be like opening up the mind of Dan
Abernathy
and looking in, for some entertaining, and wonderment. For others fear
and bewilderment. I will also be sharing
excerpts from Trolling For Coyotes, a
book that has nothing
to do with coyotes, just me.
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speller and
for this I apologies, but I am also to old to really care, or try to
learn
how to be better. I rely on spell check and friends to proof my
spelling, If you find something smile let me know, I'll be smiling when
I hear it. Thanks
dan.
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june twenty secound, two thousand eight
Yesterday was the beginning of summer and I started my water ritual of "washing the day away." 
It has been a long tome waiting and the feeling that came over me was
euphoric as ever. I stood on my rock and looked into the deep blue,
clear, cold water, dropped my towel and dove in feeling all the shit
from the past months peel of my naked body. I came up out of the water
giddy as ever. Now writing today I can't wait to get back to the lake
and do it again. The water was cold, so cold that my man parts hit my
backbone searching for warmth, but the feeling was grand and after I
stood for a moment in the sun I dove back in for another cleansing.
This is my religious ritual that I warship to everyday.A
high water shot of my diving rock.
 Amidst my quest of tattoo photographs I had one walk into the door the other day. It was ink, but only henna ink. This little piece of art was on the leg of my friend Connie, so I shot it to add to the collection. june twenty first, two thousand eight As the readers of this blog know I started a tribute to the Tramp Stamp. I am still looking for, and collecting images. Along this pleasurable road I have seen many cool tattoos on women that I have been left with little choice but to 
broaden my collection. Now I'm not only looking for the infamous Tramp
Stamp, but also cool images of ink to start a new gallery of tattoo
photos. As for all the galleries on this site I shoot everything myself
so if you have something cool find me so I can add it.
Never going anyplace without my cameras I find images in many different
places and at many different times. One never knows what is going to
make an image, so a shooter has to have a camera with them at all
times. Nothing pisses a photographer off more then to miss a shot and
if that reason is due to not having your equipment with you then shame
on you. Images are not always right to shoot and sometimes you have to come back, but never stop consistently looking. When the lights right, shoot it. I don't remember how many times I have stopped on the side of the road, wondered down some trail or street looking for what many walk on by, trying for an image. I know this part of who I am and to stop it, or to stop any of the passion that I have is excepting defeat and that is not who I am. I have to fallow my heart, and often times this takes me to places that are different, but always interesting.
june seventeenth, two thousand eight This all started last year, about in October to be precise, with a lot of frustration, hair pulling and hard work from everyone that was involved. Now for the most part we are in and going strong. We still have a bit more to do, but the decoration is done and I for one, am very happy and proud of how it looks. I'll be adding pages for everything in the future but for now look at what has developed.
june sixteenth, two thousand eight  It is good to be back and I hope that the long void has not weakened the readers of this blog. I have a lot of new photographs, thoughts and rants to share so stay tuned. I wanted to add this self-portrait, (shot while driving.) Not to show signs of frustration, or age, but rather because it reminds me of my father and for that I am proud. He didn't have the piercing, but he did have the lines. They were given to him for living life. My whole life goal is to live life large, and that I have and will continue to do. The lines I am getting a badge, a road map to what I have done and to where I have gone. may eleventh, two thousand eight The time between winter and spring is confusing to say the least. The countryside is trying to turn green but is constantly bombarded with the end of winter. This is an obvious statement when we see a batch of grass that has been watered, but the sprinkler was left on. The result, though damaging to the trees is grand place to play with a camera.
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