Born of the unholy union of an underage beauty queen and a San Jose outlaw biker with illusions of Texan Cowboy grandeur, spat out into the barren post-apocalyptic wastelands of California and raised in the brutal binary social engineering laboratories of Southeast Idaho, Daniel McManus has burst into the antiseptic Seattle arts scene astride a flaming Harley with his eyebrow cocked at a devilishly jaunty angle – camera in one hand, bass in the other, and mustache being twirled by a secret quantum third hand.

He also sells photos......