Author Archives: George C. Hartman

About George C. Hartman

Redesiging design, coloring outside the lines, rolling down hills, figuring out strange people, dreaming in black and white, photographing in black and white, juggling, body surfing, fantasy football, painting, design, digital art and photo manipulation, green oceans, blue oceans, museums, discovering small towns, biking, beach, relationships that tear my heart out, bad poetry, movie making and BLOGGING

Some things are more important than money

Posted on November 6, 2010 by George C. Hartman

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. … Continue reading →

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Nice guys finish first

Posted on October 24, 2010 by George C. Hartman

You can never be too rich or too thin, or so the saying goes, but can you be too nice? Absolutely!! It is possible to be nice to a fault and when you are it is usually you who gets … Continue reading →

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On the road with ‘Becca

Posted on September 19, 2010 by George C. Hartman
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sky thoughts

Posted on September 15, 2010 by George C. Hartman

Heaven: The weather is always nice and there are no flies.

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Diary of a Sex Addict

Posted on July 27, 2010 by George C. Hartman

Things began early that day. The alarm clock never wakes you. It is the dreams, thoughts and swirling blood in your body. Saturated with sex. Dinner (last night): Shellfish, sauteed garlic and several long stares at the waitresses ass. “Get … Continue reading →

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Britt and Becca June 2010

Posted on July 7, 2010 by George C. Hartman

Thanks Bern for all your almost everyday, messages, movies and photos. I feel pretty close to Ohio because of you. I guess I was a little surprised to hear Becca call Bonnie “Mom” but that only seems natural when you … Continue reading →

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the self refuses to appear

Posted on May 22, 2010 by George C. Hartman

Beverly was forever depressed. Even in her toddler photos you can see something is bothering her. I wonder if she was born with some sort of brain chemical disorder. Her obsession with death. Her rebellious lifestyle. Her fears. Her deep … Continue reading →

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The death of Lima Beans

Posted on May 14, 2010 by George C. Hartman

Some upcoming New Jersey Road Trips: Brooke will be in NJ June-18th thru 21st. Becca will be in NJ August -14th – 21st My sponsor called me up “Where the fuck have you been asshole?” “I love you too” “No … Continue reading →

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Spring has Sprung

Posted on April 26, 2010 by George C. Hartman

Yeah, it’s here so get off your asses, get away from the TV, PC and the FB and find the sunshine again. Bella Hoffman shows us how on Easter in Netcong NJ. Nestled in the western countryside of New Jersey. … Continue reading →

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yellow buckets

Posted on April 12, 2010 by George C. Hartman

If photographs are messages, then the message is transparent and mysterious. Dressed in black, with black hair (black like the night) and a black bra, and black eyes, she introduced herself to my bleakness and told me to have a … Continue reading →

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