The sun pops over the horizon slowly

it’s another slow moving morning

gas tank half full, sitting in the slow lane

just cruising in my our thoughts

I know I’m heading somewhere

but the destination is different from the journey for me

I’m heading my own way

the radio hums away but I’m not really listening

I’m not one of those people with lots of friends

but I get on with anyone, actually, everyone

acquaintances everywhere

I go mad when I’m alone too long, but I need empty space

A blank sheet of paper looks like a challenge to me

something to fill

my teachers always made me fill right to the edges

and while I do like minimalistic, I really love chaos

jeans and a white t-shirt

camera strapped to my wrist

wide open spaces

and mobile email to keep in touch with everyone

I like speed and heights,

not knowing what will happen next,

birds of prey, sunsets, fire light and uncooked cookie dough

warm winds, spring rain and S1.

when I go looking for photos

I wait for them to find me, no pre-defined ideas

I clear the mind, and wait for some inspiration

I’m often as surprised by the result as everyone else is.

I’m scared of fish. I am not a water person

I’m endurance, not sprints

I value ideas more than safety

and actions more than words

I sleep in multiples of 1 1/2 hours. 6, 7.5 (and far to often 4.5)

there’s a calculated science behind what I do

I like facts. And I like people who can turn them into ideas.

I’m not a detail person… I like concepts

I pull out of the slow lane as I get close to work

it’s time to get moving after all

the sun crosses the horizon and the day is about to begin

I’m ready.

I’m also the first in the office.