Objective perspective

equals self negation;

subtract one's self
and gain all
else...

x-mas dusk

mural/miro

Motto

Sent a version of this pic to Dee-Wayne Brammage, whom I've been fiends with since the third grade.

"Isn't that your mom's motto?" he asked.

Untitled #909

Clockwork

"There I was, walking down the street, minding my own business when I'm attacked... by my own mind." - Black Wally

There's a spider in my head the size of a man's hand, hairy & wriggling, scrabbling to get out. 

So I let it. Out, I mean. 

My head splits open like two halves of a book, and it emerges, the creature, to purr and click at the open air... then begins to multiply.

Soon, a latticework of interlocked arachnids radiate out from my head, reaching towards the sky.

They assume a 2 dimensional aspect, and as one, their little mandibles moving in hurky-jurky unison, they sing:

"The hills are alive with the sound of music" 

Or something equally ridiculous. 

Then, antics exhausted and feeling warmed by the sun, they slowly dissipate into the valley amidst rows of dew-laden green-leafed crops and though a hint of shiny black carapace or segmented leg may be glimpsed here and there, they soon fade from view and become one with their pastoral surroundings. 

Yeah baby. 

Buztchey

Burnt Norton

"Time present and time past

Are both perhaps present in time future,

And time future contained in time past..."

- t.s. eliot

Knoxville Moon

Moonrise across from the kid's

Knoxville, TN
Thanksgiving 2015

 

Threesome

Seasons Greetings 2015

With Turkey day gone and x-mas looming, what better time to post the following?

This is not me, btw.

And no, it's not from "A Skinhead Family Christmas",  or "Coneheads Revisited" -or- even an Amish ugly x-mas sweater party pic.

It's actually one of my co-workers and his appearance is the result of an ongoing bet.

To win the bet, my colleague must refrain from shaving below his chin until January 1st., while simultaneously shaving his face on (at least) a weekly basis.

As you can see it's been going on for a while.

(that and he's one hairy bastard - the kind of guy who normally has to decide how far down to shave in order to prevent hair from sticking up out his shirt)

The purse?

- One semi-automatic rifle
- One bottle of Johnny Walker Blue -and-
- One carton of cigarettes (brand unspecified)

vs.

A FULL BODY WAX - as paid for by himself. 

Did I mention the hairy bastard part? Owing to K's red scraggly hair and current countenance, I can only envision a denuded orangutan.

And while I find all this extremely entertaining, I should mention my beloved LB found the photo somewhat disturbing.

Which I can understand.

The irony here is that K is actually a big sweetheart who loves dogs, kids, and peeps of all creeds and color. And it's usually reciprocated.

But even more ironic, is the idea that looking like a shaved baboon's ass for 6 months is justified by the potential reward of cigarettes, guns and whisky (what, no porn?!).

White people, god love 'em.

And what's worse?

I, too, am one.

dots

Ad infinitum

Ticklish throat,
crying child,
plane ride home...

winging through darkness
pin pricked with light,

peering
out my little bubble

- the universe
winks back at me.

Chocolate

Chandelier,
Wife
& Dog

Mean Streets

Roosevelt Row Again

Doll

Roosevelt Row

Playtime

ShadowBox

Phoenician Landscapes

Skeleton Stands Still

Stripped

bare

and gleaming

(the bones)

of self...

delusion,

pity, 

grandiosity

and whatever else, 

the Skeleton 

stands

still

in solitude and being

one 

with all.

Wild Flowers

Like stars in the sky

In the loose, scrabble soil of Payson, Az

Fall 2015

Undecided

Dreamt last night you were high above a primeval forest, reclining on the shoulder of a giant, ape-like creature covered in white hair and unmoving save the slightest sparkle in its eye, and it's hair moving in the breeze.

It was perhaps Spring, but with a late, wet snow crested upon fallen logs and tree branches, like thick butter icing on cakes, and the delicate, radiant green of new buds peeking through, mixed in with shadowy branches and light reflected from translucent pools dotting the landscape behind.

A light mist hovered near the peaty ground, and I am now reminded of a photo I once took outside Dekalb, IL.

What this has to do with the price of tea in China I have no idea.

You decide.

Thrifty

 

I am

 Walter White

orchid

Thistle

Doo doo doo

  (looking out my back door)

Mcdowell Mountains

while the storm rolled in

and the sunset set

and cacti 

lit in golden light

(and me with crooked batman shadow)

Date Night

4 am
Alley near 4th & Garfield

Alien 

Landscape

Foxhunt

Phil Chester

Payson 2

Payson

Waterfall

Photo by Phil Chester
Somewhere outside Portland

RAKE

O brave new world...

The Happy Couple

Photo by

Phil Chester

Portland Honeymoon 2015

Hopper in Mendocino & the Cellophane Windmills

Whilst driving up the coast with my baby...                
- June 2015                    

m o r n i n g   c o f f e e 

Flora

    M I S T

      

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G R A N D   C A N Y O N   

 Flying back from Portland
 6.14.15