Hi, my name is Chris. I’m not a monkey. Sure, I enjoy eating bananas daily, but who doesn’t, right? Does that make me anymore a monkey than you? And just because I like to swing from tree to tree with my lengthy arms doesn’t automatically make me a primate. What? Because I can swing around with ease you think you can take pictures of me like I’m some kind of animal?! I will have you know that I am an engineer for a very important manufacturing company! Oh! You think that because I groom my friends at lunch, picking things off their heads and eating them, that somehow I am a monkey of Capuchin origins? How dare you!
See, it’s this kind of jumping-to-conclusion thinking that has resulted in so many misunderstandings and the subsequent pain and suffering all around the world. Let’s try to understand before passing judgment. Let’s be friends. Let’s hold hands. Let’s sing songs of joy and happiness. But first, you need to understand that I am not a monkey. I just like to monkey around. That’s all. Pinky swear.
And now… feast your eyes on some more pictures – I am a photographer after all.