Monday, May 19, 2008

ICE

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Arizona

Monday, May 5, 2008

Contacts


Point of Departure . . .



A journey that you expected.
A path that departs you from that journey,
Which leads you to other places,
Things, or ideas that you never expected.

Sometimes it is a painting, a photograph,
A passage from a book, A lyric perhaps?

A look, an expression, a moment of intrigue, or silence.
A journey within, that no one can see or experience,
Yet something touched you, like an embrace.

My Point of Departure for today . . . Contact

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Saturday, January 12, 2008

In case there are any avid viewers that frequent this blog; I am taking a little holiday from blogging. I hope to return sometime in the spring with new material from recent trips from Asia (Hong Kong and Thailand). In addition, I will continue to post older images from previous projects.

I have quite a bit of work to organize this year, which is my New Year's resolution.

Thanks for viewing . . . Happy New Year!

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Song Bird . . .


A Boy And His Bird.

Fallen From The Sky.
Poor Thing;
Fallen Away From Hope.

Maybe Your life Was Not Meant To Be?

I See Your Struggle,
Your Sadness,
In The Palm of This Boy's Hand.

He Is Gentle, And Cares.
He Caresses You,
And Shows You To The World,
His World, And Anyone Else Who Will Take Part.

Your Life Is Short, Yet Precious
Thank You For The Photograph

Journey Well Little One,
You Will Find Refuge;
In The Palm of A Boy's Hand.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Solitare




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Two Lives; One Here, One There . . .

Many Moments Captured
Many Moments Missed

Their Stories To Be Documented
Their Stories To Be Narrarted By Their Voices:

The Mothers, The Daughters, The Sons
And Quiet Moments Captured In Solitare
Frame By Frame . . .

Friday, August 24, 2007


Burning Oil
1000 Degree Heat
Lungs Poisoned By People's Prayers

Unsighted by insight;
Semblances from Belief
Caused the Blindness!

We Search for Buddha
Our Refuge . . .