The World is His
Thursday (April 17) was the most beautiful day yet this spring, but I was at work sans camera and passing out Tattoosday fliers without the ...
The World is His
Thursday (April 17) was the most beautiful day yet this spring, but I was at work sans camera and passing out Tattoosday fliers without the ...
Last Friday, my head was spinning. It seemed that there were tattoos everywhere. They were as prevalent as the blossoms on the trees. I pass...
Tattoos from the Blogosphere: Introducing Mat’s Incredible Back Piece
With the exception of one photo sent by my Dad way back at the advent of Tattoosday, everything on this blog has resulted from an enc...
It Captures His Dreams
A lovely day this past Tat-Tuesday, and at the tail end of my lunch hour I spotted black ink darting out from the leg of someone's jeans...
Sunday morning I was leaving Rite-Aid when a woman walked in. She had several visible tattoos so I turned around and walked back into the st...
When I went to my wife Melanie's twentieth high school reunion last weekend, I wasn't expecting to come away with a story and a phot...
Confounded by poor timing and fluctuating temperatures, I have slumped lately getting new material up here. However, I sense a shift in the ...