My little sweet sophie. I miss your eyes.
Blue Dragon fly stopping by.
Squirrel in a tree. He toyed with me throughout this shoot. He made me frustrated which took my mind away from the cold.
Allow me to demonstrate::If you play with me, you will get "caught."
This is a quick snap with the oldest iPhone. It was taken while driving, snowing, and hoping I caught what I saw. I later altered it into the version shown.
Not all daisies are actual flowers with petals, at least not in my experience. My sweet daisy was a chihuahua whom I adored. **Please read more on my story page.
New Orleans harmony of sight and sound.
This set is a collection of mostly cell-phone shots or quick snaps on-the-go.
Planet Hollywood Signage.
Old Cotton Exchange building in New Orleans.
The color version.
Hand-Made with materials furnished by the desert and my imagination.
Never take a bowling ball you love and care for to the “desert.” I take the rest of that lesson to the end of my "alley" and say nothing further.
Oil and Water-parking lot
Looking down into a black river over snow-covered rocks. Conjures endless possibilities. Wear good shoes.
The title may covey all the details necessary to help describe this shot, but as per usual, the photo always tells me what it wants to be regardless of any "vision" I had at the time. This picture kept tricking me from a far at first and continued the closer i got. Is it snow? Or white, crested peaks of ocean waves rolling in?
I can define what I saw, I can decipher the style, I can depict the characterization to a point, but I cannot begin to describe what the TRUTH of this photo emotes. Those are someone's written, colorful words and pictures of pain, celebration, love, fear, etc. I the best thing I can do is get out of the way and let those words be translated by the lens. That's how I can connect to pictures that move me.
If it's the dance you need, I have more. If it's the movement and the swirls, stay seated. You bought it….enjoy it now.
Perhaps you see a boom that painted the sky on the 4th of July. I saw the bold, blazing signature of Jim Morrison::5 to 1 and 1 to 5. I repeated--No one here gets out alive. Along the right side, predominately vertical, I saw beautifully placed, golden musical notes. All different timing and meanings on paper in composition, but in the sky, it’s a crescendo of the mystery of music and the undeniable medicinal purpose it serves. The notes float along, weightless, appearing randomly placed, yet its combustible burst is the structure that produces the melody. At times, the notes can be clearly seen and those are like paintbrushes. In other words, they are available for us all to pick up and use and yet, very few take those meager first steps and create, with passion, musical masterpieces. The core (in the center of the photo) is the heart that guides the tempo and timber and texture of the song. Its origins are unknown but fire can both extinguish the existence of one’s own agony and pain or it can breakdown, decompose and resurrect a new path. If no one here gets out alive, then it’s our purpose, based on that principle alone, to make each floating note around us link together and intertwine and make whatever music you can to rival pain, battle demons, and pierce the veil of emotion within ourselves.
"Confined to sex, we pressed against The limits of the sea: I saw there were no oceans left For scavengers like me. I made it to the forward deck. I blessed our remnant fleet -- And then consented to be wrecked, A Thousand Kisses Deep."
….and all along I knew it was you watching me watching you.
…..And Quiet is the Thought of You