To have some corporate schmuck with a regular commute, a 401k, and a 2-beer lunch break treat you like some lazy hippie gets discouraging. Sometimes I think it’s sour grapes- that their hunger for something artistic or expressive has simply made them bitter.

Every time I take my camera out of the bag and get just one shot like this…

I get to let go of my sour grapes and be that artist, even if only for 0.004 seconds in that one day…