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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Dia de Los Muertos…the Late Edition

Ok. I should first admit that I’m late…Yeah… very late with this post. It’s halfway through the month, more than halfway to Thanksgiving, and potentially most of the way to being irrelevant. What can I say…life got in the way, but I really wanted to share a few images from this year’s Dia de Los […]

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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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One Shot: Guitar Hero!

I heard the music long before I got there. Loud, punchy, raucous rock guitar. Someone with a gravelly voice, sort of off-key, singing a song I’d never heard before. That definitely tinny, oddly echoing sound was obviously amplified. If I had to guess, the volume knob was turned all the way up to “I-coulda-been-a-70’s-rock-superstar” loud.

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The After…

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore– and then run Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over– like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load Or does it explode? Langston Hughes – Harlem […]

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