
The photo, I mean.
Sigh. Women are the biggest hindrance to my happiness as well as the key to it. They're the most frustrating desire and the most rewarding struggle. And they. Make. Me. Crazy.
All of them. The last one ... eh, never mind.
I'm a photojournalist, but I'm trying to force myself into graphics and "arty" stuff in an effort to broaden my horizons (and perhaps my income, harharhar). Leave me a note if you like, leave me a note if you don't, leave me a note if it's a gorgeous day out and you just wanted to mention. Everything is copyrighted Jake Daniels, 2008.

"Yo, how's my halo look? Straight? Cool."
"And I was all, 'yo, that Saint Nicholas guy ain't nothing but--' ... crap, he's right behind me, isn't he?"
Can't even go to church these days without somebody sticking a wide angle lense in your face.
Saint Nick's plottin' to nick the priest's communion goblet. Or planning world domination. Either way, kiddo, count me in.
Been having my glass of wine at night, by the way -- Red Guitar, so I think about Miss K every time I tilt it back. Cheers!
Oh, and forgive the while border. I was thinking about adding some aging and damage to the sides, but couldn't find the inspiration.