JSH's Visual Slushpile: Lunch at Habana Blues

New Albany, IN. Steak chimichurri, sweet potato fries and a pitcher of mojito.

Statement of Purpose

When I was a kid I lived in a very old farmhouse that had in its bathroom a slot to drop used razor blades into. "But where do they go?" I wondered.

I went down to the basement and found a hidden room, walled up. I found a small hole in the wall and with some work, I managed to gouge it much bigger, enough to shine a flashlight into and peer in. It contained, as you might expect, a mountain of rusty razor blades.

That's pretty much how I see this blog.

I take photographs all day, every day, 24-7. Most end up unseen and unused. This blog will be my slot in the wall, into which I drop some of them and then forget about them.

JSH's Visual Slushpile

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Lunch at Habana Blues

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