January 11, 2011

May all your days be gold my child...

Maybe I can apply the same theory to photography- all I have to do is shoot a bunch of gold stuff and the millions will roll right in. Or I'll just end up with cheap pedals and homemade donuts and pizza clocks and butterscotch schnapps. Either way, the outcome sounds exciting.





5 comments:

The Dead Acorn said...

Anyone with butterscotch schnapps is rich already.

andrew.haffner said...

i remember the first time we met and you had goldfleck all over your mouth and nose from huffin like hella; i always knew you'd have a problem.

P77 said...

Haff & Haffner,

That was just my radiant smile, golden and blinding like so many drams of Goldschlager in your morning coffee.
Nice to see you today young man. Cheers.

-P

Wrecked Metals said...

I think it is "Time" for a pizza clock.

Jonny Hamachi said...

"Syringa!!"

"Good one Wayne."

"Thanks Garth."