Last August, I got a tattoo on my leg, to cover up the scar from knee-replacement surgery. I hated the scar, which made me feel really old since knee-replacement is sort of an old-person’s thing. I am aware that the tattoo is far more visible than the scar, and that my logic could be considered a bit flawed. But it makes me feel better about the whole situation.
And it gave me the cred I needed to head over to the local tattoo expo the other day.
I can’t explain my recent need to photograph people, though.
Lubbock Tattoo Expo
Remember the other day, when I said I didn’t make pictures of people, unless I did make pictures of people?
Houston Hobby Airport