Wonderment
March 31, 2011 •
I find that there are people close to me that are unsuspecting actors in a play of success.
We are of a moment that finds us in an act of discovery.
The information flows like a stream, with peace and dignity.
We arise from the low, ignoring the banality of greed.
The thing we find.
Is love.
In truth is the heart of life.
Destruction
March 30, 2011 •
Painter Robert Addison. 8 x 10" photo - displaying artwork.

Hmm, the one on the left looks fun

Written on the back of the photo....

Racy 1972
March 23, 2011 •
This batch of slides were taken by a gentleman who was a racing fan. He seems to have avoided the traditional approach - taking pictures of race cars - and instead found a different focus for his lens. These slides span the years of 1968 to 1973. I'll be posting various years over the next week.
Here I present to you, The Ladies of Racing 1972 Edition.







Racy 1973
March 22, 2011 •
This batch of slides were taken by a gentleman who was a racing fan. He seems to have avoided the traditional approach - taking pictures of race cars - and instead found a different focus for his lens. These slides span the years of 1968 to 1973. I'll be posting various years over the next week.
Here I present to you, The Ladies of Racing 1973 Edition.








Provider
March 15, 2011 •
This man is not a Smiths fan

Jorts
March 13, 2011 •
Gentleman, as summer rapidly approaches... remember to make yourself a nice pair of jorts.
Your life will be happier for it.

Away
March 12, 2011 •

You may have noticed I haven't been posting on Bighappyfunhouse for the past few weeks. Well, not as much as I usually do. There is a reason for this. I found out that one of my long time fans and commenters took his own life. He was someone I considered a friend... even though we never met in person. We had email contacts. I sent him a high res pic of a photo that he really enjoyed. He blew it up into a large poster. Sent me a photo of it hanging in his room. He was an artist, a poet and man with a brilliant mind.
Death is a hard and strange thing. It stalks us. It it something we all have in common. But life is something we also share. The gift of being above ground is not one I take lightly. I've been fortunate and not lost many people close to me. His death struck me very hard. There was zero indication to me that he intended to do this.
I'm not going to judge what he did. People have reasons for every action. But we're all connected. Those actions fall like dominos across many lives. I hope he is finally at peace. I received many gifts from him but none that I could ever touch. Words are not enough.
I will miss him.
Enlightenment
March 12, 2011 •

Blur
March 10, 2011 •

Shazam
March 01, 2011 •
You ever have one of those days where everything goes right?
Everyfreakingthing.
