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Tag Archives: bloggers
Aren’t bloggers wonderful? Because I’m a perfectionist, at least with respect to my fledgling artistic talents, I’ve been bemoaning the fact that my photographs haven’t been … well, picture perfect … right from the get-go. When my little point-and-click Olympus … Continue reading
Originally posted on Chasing Unicorns:
In yesterday’s post I hinted that some changes were in the works for Chasing Unicorns. Yessirree there are. Because I’m not a business-as-usual kind of guy. Nosirree. But I hope I didn’t leave you with…
Here’s a perfect example of why you should step out of your comfort zone once in awhile. Normally, I would not be interested in a DIY blog, but when I read one of Jake’s posts, I realized what a great writer he is. Maybe is subject matter isn’t the same as my subject matter, but he’s awesome nonetheless (maybe not as good as me, but getting there …) Please enjoy his acceptance post – especially says he speak so kindly of me and my blog! Continue reading