Now, Paul Henry's . . .
The evening was sunlit, the temperature cool, yet the JAM was dripping with hot talent, quality, energy, that you could not help but to get some of it on you. A packed house! Packed with talent!
Every breath we take becomes a new moment in life. Sometimes thrilling, sometimes taken for granted. Those ups and downs are our life, which I have been riding the high since the first day I stepped into Paul Henry's. Coming to Paul Henry's is like breathing. A new moment, not knowing what to expect. Well, I will write it again, that this night meant a lot to me for whatever reason. I no longer was concerned what other people felt I should do, because I was doing what I want to do . . . photography . . . catching that glimmer of moment that brings happiness to me, that nobody can ever take away.
Now, do not feel sad about any of that. There is nothing in my way to be concerned about. This night at Paul Henry's was just something special. A spectacular moment in my play of life. You may see it in my photography of this evening.
I no longer take photo's of every artist that steps up front. The spontaneity of walking around the gallery, taking photos around me that moment, seems to be the fun. So, my first photo was of Ammi Long . . .
(Oh, and before I forget, for the newcomers, you can click on the photo to enlarge it, and click on the enlarged photo again to index through.)
A quick photo of John Brudek . . . fellow photographer extrodinaire . . .
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