Tuesday, August 29, 2006





Here’s a little something that Erin doesn’t like me to talk about. When I use someone else’s pillow I have really “foreign” dreams. Like when we stay at a hotel or whatever, I have these vivid dreams about people I don’t know and places I’ve never been but are supposed to be familiar. Now, I should say that I usually remember something from my dreams and I suppose that makes me a little bit of a freak. So my theory is that somehow, some way, we leave a little bit of a dream imprint on our pillows that can have some kind of impression on someone else’s dream. Erin’s always telling me, “You aren’t Joseph and you sure aren’t living in Bible times”. I think it really bugs her that I keep bringing it up because I sound like such a nut-case. But every I use a “foreign” pillow, I have a “foreign” dream. Does anybody else ever get that or did I just eat too much paste in grade school?

Monday, August 28, 2006

Lake Dreams


Sunday morning at Greer's Ferry Lake in Arkansas. I woke up before everybody and had some coffee and went out and got some sleepy shots. The condensation on the lens was from the change in temp but I decided I kind of liked it for a shot or two.