Sunday, December 27, 2015


Objective perspective
equals self negation;

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

Friday, December 25, 2015

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Sunday, December 20, 2015

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




Monday, December 14, 2015

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. 

Saturday, December 05, 2015

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





Sunday, November 29, 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.


Friday, November 20, 2015

Saturday, November 14, 2015

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




Sunday, November 01, 2015

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Sunday, October 18, 2015

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

Tuesday, October 13, 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.

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Saturday, October 10, 2015

I am

 Walter White




Sunday, October 04, 2015

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Monday, September 07, 2015

Doo doo doo




  (looking out my back door)




Saturday, August 29, 2015

























Mcdowell Mountains

while the storm rolled in

and the sunset set

and cacti 
lit in golden light

(and me with crooked batman shadow)

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Date Night




4 am
Alley near 4th & Garfield

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Alien 




Landscape

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Sunday, August 09, 2015

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Waterfall
















Photo by Phil Chester
Somewhere outside Portland

Thursday, July 23, 2015

RAKE



O brave new world...

Sunday, July 19, 2015

The Happy Couple




Photo by
Portland Honeymoon 2015

Sunday, July 05, 2015

Hopper in Mendocino & the Cellophane Windmills




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




Saturday, July 04, 2015



m o r n i n g   c o f f e e 

Friday, July 03, 2015

Flora













    M I S T


      
                     S  E  R  P  E  N  T 

      

Sunday, June 28, 2015

G R A N D   C A N Y O N   


 Flying back from Portland
 6.14.15