"He stopped beside a marsh with the car windows rolled down and listened to the trilling cacophony of hundreds of red-winged blackbirds, and on the other side of the road the more dulcet calls of meadowlarks. He recalled with immoderate reverence his burgeoning love at age ten for looking at paintings and listening to classical music, the lack of mind in his pleasure. How wonderful it was to love something without the compromise of language.” From “The Land of Unlikeness” by Jim Harrison

seeking light

luca brasi sleeps with the fishes v.3

divided

nefertiti's brother

oneeyeblind

round ball

mister otter's pond

an introduction to his fall

scene of the crime

hide and seek

without words

finding her voice... again

early morning 94404

to dwell

to wonder

jet trails over valencia

window on valencia wet shower curtain on greenwich

the misconception of heliotropism

out of character: kali tragus

conjugating thought: the ascension

conjugating thought: a vertical tasting

all hallows' eve

evidence of christmas in october

THE LA MOBILE ARTS FESTIVAL 2012

Borobudur

looking twice

a.m.

Paths: The Beginning

dead end

saturday morning without limbs

still life

grass tomato night eye

stanford portal

tree at fitzgerald marine reserve

showtime

no snow falling on cedars

Think of things that disappear. Think of what you love best,  What brings tears to your eyes. Something that said adios to you  Before you knew what it meant  Or how long it was for.

Naomi Shihab Nye

garden of earthly delights

tree rain