Sleep Well, Madiba
Sleep well, Madiba You have risen once again This time, forever. Author’s Note: These are not my photographs, nor are they true sketches. I converted existing news photos for this tribute. I assume no copyrights to this piece.
New and Possibly Improved
I created this blog because while I have a million of them, none of them is really about me or what it takes to produce work. This place is meant to be a behind-the-scenes peek, mainly for friends, but also for anyone who likes seeing beneath the covers a bit. On my writing blog, I…
The Day After
On my day off, the day we call Black Friday in the U.S., rather than spending my time at the mall, at work, or writing at home, I spent it babysitting my favorite 2 and almost-5 year old. It was just me, the kids, and my little Fujifilm X20. I have to say, it did…
La Luz en el Oeste
I decided to post my Weekly Photo Challenge here, because … reasons. This week’s challenge is Light. This shot is shortly after sunrise in northeast Albuquerque, New Mexico, looking west toward Arizona.
Influences: Weegee
Weegee (12 June 12 1899 – 26 December 26 1968) was born Ascher (Usher) Fellig in what is now Zolochiv, Ukraine. He spent his career as a photographer and a photojournalist, famously working in New York’s Lower East Side in Manhattan during the 1920s and 1930s. His style was stark and raw black and white,…
Perfectly Imperfect
This is photograph of my niece. While the rest of America is either recovering from a food coma or fighting crowds at the local mall (so that they can buy grandma that ugly robe that was marked down from $100 to the $40 the retailer had always planned to sell it for) I will be…
re.volution: embracing the dragon within
I find myself in an uncomfortable transition period as a writer. Since 2009, when I started writing fiction in earnest, I’ve found that I have two distinct writing styles. There is my poetic style, which is in fact two styles in itself, and my prose style. While there were times I interspersed the two, for…
Wings, Lions, Angels
I was thinking about lions and dragons, due to a poem by my favorite poet and best friend. It reminded me of my 2nd book, Awakening — specifically one chapter wherein the protagonist, Charlie a 13-year-old genius kid, first discovers his lion heart in the land of dreams. I’ll post it here, because it’s long,…
Secret Tears
This woman is crying. You may not be able to tell, because at this point, she was weeping only on the inside. It is an invasion, taking a photo when someone is in pain, and I generally try not to post them. However, if I edit what I see, then I serve no purpose as…
Reworking the Past
The past is meant to be buried. Digging through the rubbish bin of past memories stirs up not only crap best left forgotten, it opens energies beyond us that we once thought closed. As an example, take Emprise, a book I wrote 2 years ago when I was in the process of healing from a…
The Artists' Sanctum 