At the encouragement of mi esposa my lady love, I decided to open this blog to the public. I have a blog of my writing, which focuses on sharing content, and I have a photography blog that is mostly a portfolio of my work. However, there is more to being an artist than the art.…
With street photography, there’s always more than just the photograph. Certainly, for photographers like me, the initial objective is to create art. But street shooters are also historians and social commentators. We aim to leave a mark on the viewer’s heart as well. In the photo above, for instance, there is a visual context. The…
Welcome to my new spot. I hope you find something you like here.
he was jamming last night at the Saba redundant bass line heavy and hard drummer triplin on the two-three old style rub-a-dub style Jah Al-mi-TEE can you say Amen “Ras Tafari” cry de baldheads chillin my Irie but the brothas don’t care cause there’s coke in dey dreads and even Babylon look pretty in de…
I was never much of a child. I wasn’t a bad kid; quite the contrary. Adults always seemed to love me. They thought me well-mannered, soft-spoken, articulate, intelligent. You see, I was one of them. It was the other kids who did not like me. My mother always used to joke that I was born…
I bought a book on synesthesia. I have decided this is the core of the next book, the one I am writing for myself. There will be no fantasy, no Sci Fi, no bullshit, and no punches pulled. Just the usual stuff – suspense, murder, romance, violence, sex. It is time I let out what’s…
She told me again about her boyfriend whom she will likely marry and to whom she’s given her heart yet still she mourns the love of her life. I wondered why the telling required her breasts to caress my arm but I like breasts so did not complain. Perhaps it was the hard lemonade. A…
I recall the summer of 1968 it harkens to me as it has every four years (ignoring 1980). It is the time of Olympic glory, but more importantly, it recalls my awakening as a young man. In 1968, you see, I discovered the power of Sport. Although all little American boys play at touch football…
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