lofi photos part 1

I decided to finally rid my camera of the tons of pictures I've been accumulating on it for a while now... and in the voyeuristic world we live in, where every thought is blogged about, every idea is shared, and every emotion over saturated and pumped to death until you get your money's worth, I figure why not post them up? most of these are from adventures this summer in LA, san francisco, vegas, and san diego. let me know what you think if you want. today I saw a man walking a big black hog on a leash at the mall. chew on that.

for old times sake

By Antonio Machado

“Proverbios y cantares XXIX” from Campos de Castilla.

Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;
Caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace el camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante no hay camino
sino estelas en la mar

walls so soft

9:00 am every Saturday
all of us gather at the studio
heedless of sunny California outside

broad shouldered and handsome
he walks through the door

and while the rest of us make teapots with floral designs:

he
makes
ART!

what a talent!
the potters whispered
what magnificent arms!
the old women cooed –
daydreaming of lovers decades past
as their once pink and plastic nails push into the plastic clay
tearing through soft walls

he would be more interested
in leering at their feeble doily designs
as he carved mountains
out of feldspar and sediment
magnificent treetops grow from his arms
those unexpected arms
to which were attached hands you knew would get
to work! as soon as he rolls up his sleeves
spectators crowded around to watch those triceps twitch
effortlessly

his art is subtle
he creeps like elk

across the wedging board
he smiles at me

burn, pine, perish

You told me your life story and most sacred secrets deep in the dark, waves crashing onto the shore, 50 feet above the sea and one misstep away from the charm of certain death. dizzy with your grace i could not help but mumble words i don't wish to recall. head long i'm falling.