Week 8 - Tribute to Banksy

Painting my own picture to the wall of my balcony might turn out to be a bad idea later. Right now it's a superb idea.

Week 8 - Tribute to Banksy

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Week 7, Zombies!

On particular Sunday mornings this is how I either look or feel. Last week I was too sick to take any pictures so reflecting on that was the least I could do.

Week 7: Zombies!

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Week 6, Poker Face

I usually lose all my money when I play. It doesn't mean that there's something wrong with my poker face, just that I tend to believe I have the strongest hand, no matter what.  Luckily I don't play that often.

Week 6, Poker Face

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Week 5, Head shots

Getting into photo projects is always like shooting yourself in the head. This time that happens quite literally.

Week 5, Head shots

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Week 4, Bombs away!

The winter is way too long and dark and cold and there's no way to just jump of the pier to a lake and splash your life away. So I do it at home, jump into my giant-ass sink and bring the summer to my home.  There really is no better way to dream of the summer.

Week 4: Bombs away!

Week 3, Surviving the cold

Winter is hell. No matter what you tell yourself, it's not ok that every plant basically dies for 6 months a year and there are no colors other than black, white and the occational blue sky that's visible maybe once a week and about 1-3 hours in a row.

And as with everything, I take it too far, put on everything I can find and still secretly smile at how wrong it all is. There's really no point bitching about one thing when everything else is fine and because there's a little sunshine, I am happily smiling in this picture. In the summer you might actually even see it.

Week 3: Surviving the cold

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Week 2, Part of me

It's been about 18 years since I first picked up the guitar and decided that I'll learn how to use it. I had no ear for tone, rhythm or anything else that might have been useful but I had that spark, that seed of motivation, that false belief that by training like hell, I might make an impression on girls someday.

Don't know how that girl part worked out but the instrument itself has grown into me. It's become a body part and no matter how happy or sad I might be, this feisty little Fender (that didn't cost me a dime) is always there to make it better.

Week 2: Part of me

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