f o t o g r a p h i a

..:::.:. after three days in the desert sun...::::...

2011-07-09T15:38:00.000-07:00

...::: on the first part of the j o u r n e y :::...:..

2011-07-09T15:36:00.000-07:00

...::. a pirate look at t h i r t y :::...::..

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..:.:.: b r y c e ..:::..:.

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...:::. i n t o z i o n ::.:..

2011-07-03T01:25:00.001-07:00

...::: : walk with me ::...:.

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2011-05-08T18:36:00.000-07:00

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2011-05-08T18:34:00.000-07:00

a new day turns over hollywood

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..:: lighter than the air ::..::....

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..::..::: you brighten up my day under any weather :::...

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:::... when we're together:::...

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..:::: malibu overcomes::...

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..::: When I come Again::... ::...

2011-02-02T21:52:00.001-08:00

::...and your soul's still beautiful::..

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You just survive soldier...:::..

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the..::.. A C E

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caution to the wind

2011-01-09T20:54:00.001-08:00

...:up the coast:...

2011-01-09T20:07:00.000-08:00

Beach head

2011-01-09T19:54:00.000-08:00

If Not For You....

2011-01-09T18:44:00.000-08:00

.:t o u r i n g :.

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2011-01-09T18:18:00.001-08:00

..::chalam::.....

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/////// even after all \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8pKfqcw1-8

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2010-11-11T18:41:00.000-08:00

\\\\\\\\ even after all //////\\\\\\///

Even after all,
even after all the terror in the streets,

Even after all the violence in society,
Even after all the death toll towers, the burnt bodies now stacked, the graves dug into the earth, and the soldiers never coming back, the smoke shock of Nagasaki and the ghost echo screams swimming up still from Germany, and even after all Your people who said they can’t now believe,

And even after all the lesser known scars like the machete mutilated hacked, the Karen systematically raped, the dragged black bodied, and the little screams of tiny red Khmer skulls,

Even after all,
even after all the waves crashed through Sri Lanka and limbs washed to shore, the turned over world of earth, wind, fire, wood and water,

Even after all the ash which has come, the shook and scarred earth, the fallen down and the buried alive, and the head held in hands questions of why,

Even after all, I still love You.

Even after all the pains in my own hands, even after the crippled blind, the stretched out waiting hands, even after the professors knock you out, even after all,

Even after I don’t get what are wants and my heart sinks black and we don’t see You show Your face around every wall, and even after all the questions go quietly mute and tired,

Even after all, I still love You.

Even after all the bad I can’t control and they say You can’t either, even after all the ways and schemes I’ve played, and the rivers of doubt flooded into me, even after all the times I got let down,

Even after all the bad things people say, and I wondered what they wanted from you anyway, just a cosmic errand boy and a thoughtless Mother Nature that never takes, and even after all the Hitchens, Dawkins, Darwin, Harris, Gould, and lies,

Even after all the Job jabs I’ve never gotten,

Even after all, I still love You,

because even after all, You first loved me.

The Corner Rock that the Builder Refused

2009-08-25T06:57:00.000-07:00

LIKE A NEEDLE IN THE EYE

She stood there staring into the sea. The sea moved. She did not.
She sat there, her skirt no longer blowing in the warm summer wind. She did not move, just stared. They all walked on and we sat staring into the staring girl, the needle woman with the perfect ponytail.

Who moves you? Who stalls you into your tracks?

Here we were stalled, sitting. The woman stood. Her shoulders did not heave with the breathing. The long black river of ponytail fell down her stone grey back. Focused in distraction, the Korean pierced the horizon into a finite point. The Brazilians and Cubans, Yemenis, Israelis, and those folks in Chad walked past in soccer jerseys, military fatigues, and militant martyr knives stuck down into pants, none knowing what to do next. There she was open to the world and yet not in the world. One man stuck his tongue out, Africans jeered from the sidelines, Cubans hurried and Israelis wondered while a white bearded Yemeni danced sword unsheathed about her. Boys grazed by open mouthed. People stared. Passers-bye peeped in silent, queer curiosity and then moved.

Her long river of ponytail stayed flowing down her stone gray back.

There in the paper it said she was a river rock. The river moved. She did not. The river pulsed and pushed, pulsating and crashing about her. It moved. She did not. The rock changed the traffic flow. The flow did not ever, no never, change the rock. The river water moved over and around but never through. The waves crashed and there was only her long river of ponytail flowing down her stone gray back.

We sat there, close but not crashing or even touching in the silence. She was beautiful and then we wondered what her face looked like. She was beautiful even without the camera. She was there, beautiful with the short bangs and the colors streaming, in the plastic waterfall, across the Warhols, the egg gleaming back, down the shaft and then I met her again under the café sun, the Japanese bamboo growing up and the sun burning down to take away the chill.

“Did you see the drug show that was here? It was stunning.”
“Was it real? Authentic?”
“It was insane and the colors, and yes real and then there was the whole acid fountain just flowing,” she said then.
“If you take a trip and then look at those works mirroring a trip, does it just cancel out your high?”
“No,” she said looking into the tar pits where the elephants sunk and the saber tooths drowned reflecting in her large, sexy shades. “It just would take it, I think higher.”

We walked back cross cafes and Picassos and Miros, the air cold and the halls silent except for whispers and the dead ring of dead art that went nowhere. We passed through the grey curtain. Inside she was there, the needle woman staring into us.

I looked up into the video. There He was.

Don’t you understand? In the quiet, can’t your hear?

“But its deafening,” they say. “The silence hurts.”
“How can she be so alone? My god, there she is so alone. There must be more to life.”

I looked up into the video and saw Christ.

We walked out into the hotness. Her purple skirt blew up in the hot summer sun. The sky was blue and the long stairs down were red.

“And then there is Christ,” I started. “There, the Rock.”
“Her ponytail flowed down her back like a rock,” she said.
“Yes, and Christ there. No one who meets Him is ever the same. You jeer and move on, you encounter and ignore or you crash forehead first into the Rock, our refuge. No one is the same after meeting Christ. You stick out your tongue or you stop and shout ‘My LORD and my God.’ Either way you can’t be the same.”
“True that,” she said descending the long, tall red stairs. She held her skirt tightly to her skin.

“There He was. The Rock. You can run away or your crash into Him and you are never the same,” I said pausing on the long way down. She was stunningly simple in beauty in the sun and I was starving. “No one who ever honestly met Christ came out the same.”

The mountains were falling behind us. There was no touching. There was descending under the bright sun and the upcoming wind.

“That is it, you know,” I offered up. “I hope we…I hope I am…that, that no one who ever meets us, who…meets me comes out the same.”
“Yes and yes,” she said softly into the sky. “That is the hope.”
“Do people come out the same when they meet us? There is the hope.”
“Yes, I want to be that,” she said then.
“Yes.”
“Yes that is what I want,” she said, pushing her skirt down and her sunglasses up. “I hope to be just like that, the rock in the river.”

We walked on under the hot sky in the warm wind and back through the lights standing up into the sun.

Moto Grand Touring -- From Monterey/Big Sur

2009-08-08T16:16:00.000-07:00

C H I L A O -- coyotes howl into the night

2009-08-08T15:33:00.000-07:00

C H I L A O

2009-08-08T15:25:00.000-07:00

having left your mark on this life

2009-06-30T07:04:00.000-07:00

The Rebel Against Himself

2009-05-10T19:02:00.000-07:00

We believe in Marx Freud and Darwin
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don't hurt anyone
to the best of your definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.

We believe in sex before, during, and
after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
We believe that sodomy’s OK.
We believe that taboos are taboo.

We believe that everything's getting better
despite evidence to the contrary.
The evidence must be investigated
And you can prove anything with evidence.

We believe there's something in horoscopes,
UFO's, and bent spoons.
Jesus was a good man just like Buddha,
Mohammed, and ourselves.
He was a good moral teacher though we think
His good morals were bad.

We believe that all religions are basically the same-
at least the one that we read was.
They all believe in love and goodness.
They only differ on matters of creation,
sin, heaven, hell, God, and salvation.

We believe that after death comes the Nothing
Because when you ask the dead what happens
they say nothing.
If death is not the end, if the dead have lied, then its
compulsory heaven for all
excepting perhaps
Hitler, Stalin, and Genghis Kahn

We believe in Masters and Johnson
What's selected is average.
What's average is normal.
What's normal is good.

We believe in total disarmament.
We believe there are direct links between warfare and
bloodshed.
Americans should beat their guns into tractors.
And the Russians would be sure to follow.

We believe that man is essentially good.
It's only his behavior that lets him down.
This is the fault of society.
Society is the fault of conditions.
Conditions are the fault of society.

We believe that each man must find the truth that
is right for him.
Reality will adapt accordingly.
The universe will readjust.
History will alter.
We believe that there is no absolute truth
excepting the truth
that there is no absolute truth.

We believe in the rejection of creeds,
And the flowering of individual thought.

If chance be
the Father of all flesh,
disaster is his rainbow in the sky
and when you hear

State of Emergency!
Sniper Kills Ten!
Troops on Rampage!
Whites go Looting!
Bomb Blasts School!
It is but the sound of man
worshipping his maker.

There is no place worthy of burial: Death Stinks up to Christ

2009-01-13T03:41:00.000-08:00

KRA

2009-01-13T03:09:00.000-08:00

Run Down the Pacific

2009-01-08T14:46:00.000-08:00

BIG Sir

2009-01-08T14:42:00.000-08:00

2008-12-15T16:33:00.000-08:00

Exige

2008-12-15T16:12:00.000-08:00

Coastal Runs

2008-12-15T13:22:00.000-08:00

Down Big Tujunga Trail

2008-01-27T16:39:00.000-08:00

Mi casa nuevo en El Valle del Sol

Robot Rock Disco

2007-07-17T12:39:00.000-07:00

Tres Leches

2007-07-17T12:37:00.001-07:00

Devotions

2007-07-17T12:33:00.000-07:00

Still Lives

2007-07-17T12:31:00.001-07:00

In Los Angeles

2007-07-17T12:28:00.000-07:00

Angeles

2007-07-17T12:20:00.000-07:00

The Frontline Is Everywhere

2007-07-17T02:24:00.001-07:00

S * M

2007-07-17T02:18:00.000-07:00

Saam Sip - The Pacific Coast

2007-03-29T17:17:00.000-07:00

Buillet

2007-03-29T17:05:00.000-07:00

Silverlake

2007-02-03T13:20:00.000-08:00

Venice

2006-12-02T13:12:00.000-08:00

Two Wheels

2006-10-14T13:23:00.000-07:00

golden beams

2006-10-14T13:09:00.000-07:00

our God does not live in houses made by our hands

2006-10-14T12:51:00.000-07:00

Return to Eden

2006-10-14T11:48:00.000-07:00

the karen (kanchanaburi through mae la)

2006-10-14T11:37:00.000-07:00

kruengtep

2006-10-14T11:26:00.000-07:00

when nights come down

2006-10-14T11:07:00.000-07:00

pershing

2006-03-24T13:38:00.000-08:00

2006-03-22T21:33:00.000-08:00

si suay

2006-02-14T19:20:00.000-08:00

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2006-02-02T23:36:00.000-08:00

chonburi

2006-02-02T23:12:00.000-08:00

camm

2006-02-02T22:48:00.000-08:00

wat thai los angeles

2006-02-02T18:52:00.000-08:00

up 2 us

navdeep art as work

2006-01-30T01:59:00.000-08:00

2006-01-30T01:55:00.000-08:00

Bikram basement bhangra

2006-01-30T01:53:00.000-08:00

bass drop in scuba

2006-01-29T23:04:00.000-08:00

Wilshire Blvd.

2006-01-29T22:56:00.000-08:00

2006-01-29T22:55:00.000-08:00

2006-01-29T22:53:00.000-08:00

Koreatown, 29.01.06

2006-01-29T22:52:00.000-08:00

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2006-01-29T22:49:00.000-08:00

2006-01-29T22:48:00.000-08:00

2006-01-29T22:47:00.000-08:00

Icarus

2006-01-29T22:46:00.000-08:00

death march