One Shot: Spots & Squiggles

As photographers, we’re probably more critical of our images than our audiences. I know, that’s a cliched and grandiose overgeneralization. But hey…humor me. Nevertheless, I’ve created images that I really like, some that I think are just OK, and thousands more that pretty much suck (PMS). So, please understand that I’m overjoyed when I create […]

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Finding Shade

It was really HOT in LA this past weekend! I’m talking about that melt the soles of your favorite sneakers kinda heat. Oh…and I can’t forget the Florida Everglades, sweat dripping from your upper lip type of humidity that came along just for the helluvit. Yeah…we don’t see that kind of extreme combination too much […]

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Groundhog Day & the City by the Bay

“Phil: Something is… different. Rita: Good or bad? Phil: Anything different is good.” – Phil Connors, Groundhog Day – There have been a few periods during the last 18 months when it seemed every day was… well… THE SAME! The last time, it was kinda’ like waking up repeatedly as Phil Connors in the classic Bill Murray […]

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Photographic Therapy

“…Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no […]

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DTLA Biden/Harris Victory Rally

So…as everyone keeps saying, 2020 has been an interesting year. LOL! – understatement of a lifetime, right? It’s like we’ve been in a constant state of waiting for the other shoe to drop…when there’s an unlimited number of shoes. So, like you, I’m not sure that the election of Joe Biden & Kamala Harris to […]

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In the Light of a Charcoal Sun

Charcoal Sun Standing in the light of a charcoal sunIrradiated and consumed by dark particlesThrough haze, I can barely seeI shield my eyes from the lightMy hands burnMy clothes are worn awayMy skin is raw There is no shade R. Foster

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