another haircut and the silver waves keep coming in

these days every time I get a haircut - the silver waves grow in the sea of hair. no bald spots yet but the temples and back are silvering in at an increasing rate.

tried to get a reflection in my glasses of the russian river but NO GO MO. ah well, the hairless mug with roman nose and indian ears will just have to make do. I remember my grandmother telling me how indians would pluck out the occasional beard stubble with clam shells, but a couple of swipes on the chin and under the lip do it for me.

after years of wishing I had a tight curly haired head like my brothers (they call them anglos instead of afros) I'm finally resigned to the wimpy straight haired look. funny how all the red highlights disappear when the silver tides come in. heck, at least I've escaped the top of the dome pattern balding that's prevalent in our gene pool.

I've never liked pictures of myself and remember the stories about how you lose a little of your spirit every time a picture robs you of another little increment. I can almost feel the pull when the camera clicks.

lately I often wonder if a new creative suicide might be possible with a digital camera that had a very large memory card. "they found him drained of life force holding a cannon sure shot that was full of self portraits." hah.

anyway, after looking at this picture I think that I'll spend the rest of this summer sun worshipping. some sunscreen and small doses of solar radiation should sidestep the risks. it's been a long time since I've gone full dark and turned the green windows to wolfie gold.

guess I'm finally starting to look like my old man.