Procrastination, the art of dicking around, is something I’ve been practicing since I was a boy. If I’m truthful to myself, its probably what I’m best at…BRB..

(I got distracted by a bird outside and tried to ID its call. I think it was a cardinal imploring me to add more black sunflower seeds to the feeder. And that got me thinking, where are all the sunflowers they grow for these bird feeders coming from? I used to live by a couple big fields of sunflowers in Colorado that all my cool photographer friends used to go shoot at…but I’d just drive on by them on my way to the regular old desk job I had. I mean it was regular in the way all desk jobs are: screen, mouse, keyboard, beige, sticky notes, you know the drill. But it wasn’t normal because I was creating mapping products using aerial and satellite imagery example of which you can find here. I don’t remember lots of birds getting to the sunflowers in Colorado, but they sprayed them with pesticide from a cropduster (one time the cropduster flew over the highway right over my car no more than 20 ft over my head!) so maybe they killed all the birds trying to get to the seed with the pesticide so they could sell birdseed to folks like me here in the East Coast? Seems at least plausible, maybe I should look into it.)

Back. Where was I?

Procrastination is something I think about on the regular. I’m always trying to dig down deep and figure out where this fear of doing something/anything comes from. Is it genetic? Is it learned? Was I always a trembling mass of nerves that can’t seem to get anything done on time? And then you start wondering if other people notice you’re procrastinating, because of course they do! But maybe to them it just seems like your lazy, but MAYBE you ARE lazy. And so on and so forth until its time for lunch.

Its always taken me forever to get where I’m going. Constantly late for school, work, and the social scene, I have the preternatural ability to find something more interesting than what I’m supposed to be doing (even when its something I love doing!). God I love I digression! But living like this doesn’t lead to you achieving anything you want to achieve, which isn’t very American of me.

So that leads us to why I created this page. About 5 years back my industrious wife was relocated to the East Coast. This left me jobless and aimless. So I did what every redblooded American does and started a struggling small business. This business was an excuse to buy a drone and start flying it around under the pretense of “work”. This endeavor, much to my dismay, has proved profitable. But the one great knock-on effect of this work has been that I’ve been able to take some incredible shots with my drone and along with other photography that I’ve done over the years I pulled together a decent, if amateurish, portfolio.

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This leads us back procrastination. I’ve been putting this dumb website together for 6 months now. I’d do a little here and there and then put it off for weeks at a time. Why did I do this? When I really think about it, I think I’m afraid it won’t be good enough. For who? No clue. Me, maybe? I’m not a photographer, I’ve never taken a class. But as I push on upwards of 40 that fear of failing is starting to fade and is being replaced with the fear of dying having not tried. So I want to welcome you to my little piece of the internet, my little way of trying to stay alive forever through art. No pressure, I’ve got this.