So here’s my troubles.
I don’t really have any legit troubles, however.
I’ve always been fortunate to have the things that I truly needed.
Like food.
Clothing. (at times not the coolest.)
A roof over my head.
Family. And love.
It’s the insignificant things that trouble me. Which I know they shouldn’t.
Like school.
While it may not be insignificant, it’s just a piece of paper.
Paper that will get me a job. But that shouldn’t matter.
No one looking to hire a photographer/videographer will care whether or not I got an “A” or a “B” in French.
Nor will they care if I even passed French.
But French is something that you HAVE to do to get that job from the people who ultimately won’t care.
How does that work out?
I’d like to fast forward through all of this lip service and hoops that I’ve been jumping through and get straight to work.
Now you’re asking how you can help this poor troubles mind out.
You might think you can’t.
But you can.
Help me get jobs doing what I love.
If you are someone who needs photos.
Or you know someone who needs photos.
For whatever occassion.
Senior portraits.
Weddings.
Engagements.
Modeling portolio.
Whatever.
Let me know. I can do it for you.
If you need proof just hit up my site.
www.michaelallenspear.com
please?
…and fly anywhere, I’d fly here.
Maybe sooner than later?
photo via @chadwickgantes
and was a hippie..
and lived on a commune…
and played with swords…
and had a tour bus…
and loved cowboy westerns…
and mexican memorabilia…
…this would be his band.
A while back myself and Chadwick Gantes covered an art opening for the one Kelsey Brookes.
His stuff is definitely unique and the colors are better.
[Good thing I didn't write the article. That's about the extent of my critique on his work.]
CLICK HERE and watch the video and read the full story.
It’s crazy what a little rain will do to people around here.
Classes got cancelled today because of the little bit of rain that’s been falling.
People here don’t know what real weather is like.
Welcome to South Florida. Remember circa 1992?
I am a man. And I have a problem.
I have a beard.
[Well it's not really much of a problem because it can always be shaved. But...]
There are definitely some downsides that come along with having a wonderful decoration of facial hair.
After showering and drying off thoroughly, even half an hour later, I’ll still find water chillin underneath my chin.
The water is hanging on for dear life.
Food is always a problem. Not necessarily a big problem. Just a problem.
But mark my words.
I will keep what God has blessed me with and show it to everyone so that they may marvel at his work.
