Perhaps the iconic trickster Coyote is a symbol for the frustrations of the smart person in a stupid world. Facebook reminds me I wrote this a year ago today: In my mind […]
In defense of Coyote
Cupid’s Valentine moon
And fast food for werewolves… Tonight the moon was less than full but more than willing, the kind of moon that inspires killing lovers, hearts, and alcohol, this versatile moon can do […]
The hope at the end of the year
New years don’t fix old broken… I wish I could saythe end of the yearwill erase all your pain,make disgraces and crimes disappear,kill the hatred on sale two-for-one at Safeway, flood the […]
Encounter at a taqueria
“Someone stole my debit card,” she said… A beautiful girl, down on her luck. I gave her two dollars, she only asked for a buck… (La Mordida Taqueria, Pacifica, California, November 2017. […]
The sacred rose and the guns of love
View larger image at 5280 Lens Mafia… William and Maud I am haunted by numberless islands… – WB Yeats Walking by the shore at dusk, air leaden with a faith in words.
Reflection in a Japanese restaurant
Surreality was on the menu… I often look into mirrors to view worlds we don’t normally see. This woman in my world, for example, at the next table over in a Japantown […]
The Sky
You need to look up more often, Sparky. My S&R Tokyo series will return periodically. From now on I’m doing things at random, ‘cause entropy needs love too. It rained a little […]
Vivian Maier was a stealthy street-camera recon patrol (S&R Honors)
Unknown, unpublished in life, photography icon is now enjoying a post-mortem renaissance… Vivian Maier shot up the streets of Chicago, but no one ever called the police nor filed any kind of […]
This Mormon boy
In the land of friendly liquor and benevolent caffeine… Part of my S&R Tokyo Series This Mormon boy (I didn’t get his name and it doesn’t matter) was on his mission at […]
Icarus (a small self-portrait)
Icarus (a small self-portrait) Dandelions think they’re bluebells. Moths believe they’re butterflies. No one told them, or they wouldn’t listen. What if I’m mistaken, begoggled, peddling DaVinci’s madman machine toward high noon?
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