It's Pure Heaven

what's beyond

the great unknown

the excitement 

of the prospects

stepping through the

rubble and pain

patrolling

the shedding 

and sewage

for ultimate gain

this is where

the souls of those are 

who have gained

Holiday

Space Mission

expansion

filling out blank spaces

what's your

comfort level

organizing highly complex rhythms

unoccupied areas

giving the 

illusion of depth

this is your 

field of everyday experience

breathe in

infinity

and 

deep space

these hands

identifying mark

with

impressions

hold tight

waving

a pattern of fragments 

worn with season

sway

yarns of confessions

blow by blow

squeezing time

open to receiving

touching

believing

holding 

a heart

stirring

To Seek

hunger 

for love

there is

no directing

there is

following

the beat

to 

one's 

soul

there is

flame 

right

in the 

wake of 

your

path

Decisions

precision

bold

genius

power

lateral 

thinking

open 

theories

while

the 

universe 

conspires

opportunities

for

another day

Vulnerability

Powerful Self 

Exposed

to Fragility

Pain 

and Risk

Letting Go 

Falling

in

Authentic State

Gaining

Potency

Force

and Strength

Traveling 

faster 

than

the 

Speed of Light

Belief

fervent hope

longing prayer

parched thirst

secret desires

if you dare

enhancing

yearning

whispers 

in your ear

little voices

ensuring

expectations

answers

are very near

The Connection

the voice 

speaking      

softly

to the soul

blue

filling the mastermind

of pain

salt

clearing sorrow

calling  

your name

crashing songs

kissing

your chest

allowing 

the 

heart

to 

float

and 

sing

Sim Sala Bim

feel no fear

courage rises

faith floats

power within

alchemy

blasting the past

taking chances

empowerment

within

transformations

causing

sleight of hand

Destiny

Center of force

Fate

Mystic Spinning of threads

Pulling us 

Towards Synchronicity

And order

Of the world to come

Floating

Constellation 

Aligning 

The flow of events

Embracing 

The master of our souls

To connect

The slightest breath 

And find 

Love

Our best friend 

Shedding

journeys 

sending forth 

positive energy

releasing 

shedding light

falling

toward white 

shine

irrefutable 

intensity

potency

because it

reveals 

you

Trust

Running like a stream

Genuine

Pure, with calm, clarity  

Serenity

Yet ominous

A force 

To be reckoned with

Barriers

Deceiver

Trapped in your own space

The blues

Falling like rain

Dripping

Soaked 

Faith punctures 

The high tide

With no regrets

Floating

Drifting 

Fearlessly immersed

A True Classic

I love anything vintage.  

Vintage cameras, vintage clothes, vintage jewelry, vintage cars, vintage wine, vintage buildings. 

Most especially vintage photos.

Vintage can mean the best of it's kind, the most distinctive.

A character of excellence and enduring appeal.

Vintage photos are truth.

I find that It's kind of like looking at a secret.

There are quiet stories that are told in each photograph containing a very small voice with 

a major force.

A moment in humanity.

A true classic.

All I can say is thanks for the memories.

Gifted Inspiration

These brushes are not mine.

But they inspire me.

All my life I thought I would paint.

And I did.

Then I stopped.

I never picked them up again.

They kill me.

These brushes.

The paint stuck in each hair.

The strokes.

The stories they have told.

The beauty that they bare.

Their honesty.

So raw.

Whispering in my ear.

Challenging me.

Begging.

Be brave.

To pick up my old friend again.

Reflection

Her voice rings in my ears.

It's where angels sing.

Her eyes reflect mine.

If I get lost there she is.

Guiding me along the dusty path

where spider webs lock.

Me and my life long friend.

My shield of protection

against the wind.

She sings me to sleep.

Creating harmony within.

Spinning veils.

Fabricating small intricate threads. 

Where does one string begin 

and the other end.

In celebration of my daughter's 19th birthday.

Pure Imagination

Pure Imagination

Do some things defy explanation?

Sometimes... I just sit back and view paradise.

Freedom.

Pure freedom.

A bird's flight. 

For the last several years In my personal life 

I have had the distinct opportunity to experience freedom 

on an extreme level. 

Freedom gives an individual power. It fuels imagination and creativity. 

Closing my heavy lids and taking fancy flights 

through forests dripping with fog and streaming light,

twisted branches pointing to my next destination. 

Black birds with opalescent wings. 

Reflective oil slick rainbows swinging in the wind 

as they glide through the buoyant air.

Click. Click. 

Visuals in my mind. 

Experiencing pure imagination 

and lovely freedom in my head. 

Because after all my eyes take pictures 

even when they are shut.

There's nothing to it. 

Besides...

"Living there you will be free if you truly wish to be."

The Guiding Light

Chiaroscuro.

Italian for light-dark.

Strong contrasts.

A sense of poetry. 

Ebony colored shadows curving around beautiful shapes of

bodies and raw skin meeting up with luminous glowing light.

Filling shapes like calming harmonious notes in a symphony.

Creating secrets that remain obscure.

My love affair with mystery, drama and emotion in my art.

The constant chase of mastering light and shadow.

My fascination with what some say is my dark side.

Guided by illumination and divine intervention.

Transparency

As a photographer meeting new people that you are going to shoot is always

an interesting adventure.  

I see many layers in each person, but it is the layer that the individual chooses to

expose that is revealed to you first.  

A true artist can dig below layers one and two to a much deeper place, 

exposing the place that is transparent.  

This is where the light is allowed to pass through the soul so that any 

layers behind can be distinctly seen.

It's lucent here with no pretense.  

This is where the magic happens.

  

And it happens in a split second. 

The Way I See The World

There is something very few people know about me… if any. 
On a daily basis I live in an incredibly hyper visual world. 
Sometimes I feel as if God handed me a very special pair of eyes to see the world with before sending me on my way. My eyes take photos literally every 5 seconds.  
Ever since I was a child I see shapes from shadows in the distance.  
Very quickly a distant stop sign is a lion or crumbled stones in a pile are a bent over old man. 
I wish I had the ability to blink and take the photo.

I read somewhere once that photographers actually see the world
differently after a certain number of years looking through the view finder of a camera. 
For me everything slows down, and life really does become a gorgeous 11 x 14 print… 
Everywhere I look.

It definitely stirs my soul.

This year I have committed to myself to realize my photographic visions 
closer to the level of what I actually see with my eyes. 
Part of this is the start of a new series of self portraits. 

I cannot wait to express my visions and stories.

After all… the camera does not lie.