everyday photo

November 6, 2009

2009-11-08T16:28:00.000-08:00

You'll get to read it someday. Or I will read it to you.

November 5, 2009

2009-11-05T10:36:00.000-08:00

Years ago, I was prevented from capturing people dancing on an island…now I am dancing.

November 4, 2009

2009-11-05T10:34:00.001-08:00

I realize that I was once fearless, but now am fearful…but I can feel the lack of sensible obtrusion leaving my mind.

November 3, 2009

2009-11-05T10:21:00.000-08:00

Funny how a film about a woman and a werewolf made me want to pick up my tools again.

June 15, 2008

2008-06-15T22:18:00.000-07:00

You dont have to look out for me. I can do that myself.

June 4, 2008

2008-06-04T17:52:00.001-07:00

I have to stop being afraid of never figuring it out. Maybe we all are. It seems that the dream of Utopia is at the center of everyone's thoughts, words. But actions? No. Not usually. The ones that apply their minds to their hands are the people that create waves. Create Tsunamis. Destroy villages. Build villages. Hate. Love. Kill. Heal. At least they are not apathetic. At most they can save the world and beyond. And me.

May 22, 2008

2008-05-22T14:10:00.000-07:00

Every artist needs a love-story gone wrong.

April 26, 2008

2008-04-26T17:53:00.000-07:00

I spent a lot of words, a lot of prayers, and a lot of heart that she would find what she was looking for. Now that she has I resent her for it.

I have not lost faith, only spirituality.

March 18, 2008

2008-03-18T22:49:00.000-07:00

How many broken hearts will it take

to mend my own?

December 4, 2007

2007-12-04T16:56:00.000-08:00

Maybe Im just scared. Maybe I do want those things. Maybe Im just getting back.

November 28, 2007

2007-11-27T23:44:00.000-08:00

I am in no hurry. My greatest priority is experience; I'll have tonight to sleep. What if I dont make it to tonight? Then the rest of my life will be shrouded in daylight to enlighten my path.

November 27, 2007

2007-11-27T23:04:00.000-08:00

This journey is mine.

September 22, 2007

2007-09-26T09:43:00.000-07:00

For if my St. Brigid is with me, I will never walk alone.

September 19, 2007

2007-09-18T08:55:00.000-07:00

I can't hear if I'm not listening. My dreams have been empty for years.

July 14, 2007

2007-07-27T23:33:00.001-07:00

I have something of yours. And I cant give it back.

July 4, 2007

2007-07-27T23:19:00.000-07:00

I lost two things at the bottom of the deep. The circular, I needed to drown years ago. But the cross, the cross should have never left me. My indifference caused it to sink so quickly.

June 25, 2007

2007-06-25T17:00:00.001-07:00

Pretending to be an adult, you might mislead yourself.

June 20, 2007

2007-06-20T17:58:00.000-07:00

I need a little help from my friends.

June 19, 2007

2007-06-20T08:36:00.000-07:00

Don't impose your shit on me. I don't want the things you want.

June 17, 2007

2007-06-20T08:30:00.000-07:00

My addiction to the sun will only be crushed by reality.

May 25, 2007

2007-05-29T17:17:00.000-07:00

It was a perfect night, one that you couldnt see the city lights. One that your path was lit by the moon. One that your heart might open up just enough. And from his mouth came a song of redemption, a song of new life, a song of perfection...or a lack thereof.

May 18, 2007

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

If I were to never close my eyes, might tomorrow never come?

May 15, 2007

2007-05-29T16:54:00.001-07:00

Long goodbyes and longer kisses, do you remember when it was all butterflies? Butterflies.

May 14, 2007

2007-05-15T14:04:00.000-07:00

Lullabies and lonely places - I think I might stay awhile and listen to that song.

May 2, 2007

2007-05-06T13:33:00.000-07:00

If you get stuck in your own perspective, you might never really understand anything.

April 25, 2007

2007-04-26T00:15:00.000-07:00

I am a self-righteous asshole. Ive forgotten what it is to love unconditionally. Ive forgotten how to forgive. Ive forgotten humility. Where was it that I lost these things? Was I wronged? Was I jaded? Or do I just need an excuse, a justification to explain away my pitiful soul? There is good down there somewhere. There is kindness. There is love. Passion. Purity. Faith.

Help. De-cloud my eyes. Un-sheath my heart. Make me vulnerable.

April 15, 2007

2007-04-15T22:15:00.000-07:00

Midriffs and shoeless feet. Sandal tans and grilling meat. Shorts at night and the smell of rain. Linen suits and a Sunday day game.

April 4, 2007

2007-04-04T14:44:00.000-07:00

So many things I've been looking for. So many things you leave me thirsty for. So many things that I still need.

March 25, 2007

2007-03-25T22:28:00.000-07:00

Im not happy because Im not satisfied. Im not righteous because Im not pure. Im not healthy because Im not conscious. Im not weak because Im not vulnerable. But I am, because I am.

March 14, 2007

2007-03-14T22:55:00.000-07:00

Given a chance to rest, I may not accept. But today...today, I did. Why are my legs always sore after I rest?

March 12, 2007

2007-03-14T22:52:00.000-07:00

Would I find myself letting others work for me? Or was I just given a chance to perform?

March 9, 2007

2007-03-14T22:50:00.000-07:00

I might be here too often. I might work too much. But I didnt inherit ethic - I must earn it.

March 6, 2007

2007-03-14T22:48:00.000-07:00

Ive found comfort in teaching others - for when I mentor, I am forced to look inward.

March 2, 2007

2007-03-14T22:45:00.000-07:00

My own world forces me to abandon for granted.

February 27, 2007

2007-03-04T23:00:00.000-08:00

Instead of an alleyway, full of powerlines, dirty snow, grime and urbanity - I sat staring at the blessed mountains. What could be better? A star-lined journey? A gale-less night?

February 21, 2007

2007-02-21T21:36:00.000-08:00

Refreshment in the form of beauty. And wind.

February 2, 2007

2007-02-05T00:55:00.000-08:00

Do not worry, for I will be back tomorrow. Then, you can touch my hand again. You will then hear my voice. And then you will feel. Until that moment, you must miss these things. Yearn for these things.

February 1, 2007

2007-02-05T00:51:00.000-08:00

...and the greatest of these is LOVE. If we could all base our decisions, our actions, our thoughts on this premise - the world would be the utopia-heaven that it was meant to be. Why is this so difficult? Why is love so difficult?

January 30, 2007

2007-02-05T00:46:00.000-08:00

Perhaps my words are encouraging discomfort, rather than releasing it.

January 17, 2007

2007-01-17T21:27:00.000-08:00

To be worn down - there is only but one direction. Up.

January 7, 2007

2007-01-07T23:54:00.000-08:00

Can I take this peace with me?

January 5, 2007

2007-01-05T21:11:00.000-08:00

Why drink alone when you can travel with bitter memories?

January 4, 2007

2007-01-05T01:22:00.000-08:00

The only need is attention. Even the ones that retreat to the ends of the earth know that in the end, people will talk about the hermit. The woman at the end of the bar waits for someone to buy her a drink. The boy knocks his own bike over so that mommy will check his wounds. The girl deflowers herself. The young man tells his locker-room friends. The man buys a Porsche. To cut off a nation? Dont starve them. Dont embargo trade. Dont nuke them.

Ignore them.

January 3, 2007

2007-01-04T01:04:00.000-08:00

If I decided never to leave, what would happen? Would my possessions rot? Would anybody see that I wasnt there? Would I nap through rainstorms in my hammock? What would happen to my bank account? Would I ever fall in love? Could anybody ever love me? What would happen to the word "motivation"? Would I be laughed at? Scoffed at? Envied? Would I get fat? Skinny? Would I get skin cancer at a young age? Would I forget that I am passed the point of "at a young age"? Would time reverse? Would chivalry return? Would the world change behind my back? Would I care? Would I throw away my computer? Or just use it as a door stop? Or paper weight? Would I get eaten by a fish? Would I become addicted to sushi? Could I afford sushi? Would I change the world? Would I ever shave? Would I still make art? Could I live the life of love that I have always wanted, but found the world to ruin that utopia? Would I ever forget her? Or her? Or her? Could I sleep without dreams of that mistake? Could I figure out exactly what "by-gones be by-gones" means? Or would I turn that old grude into more pain, more art? Would I learn to spear fish? Would I ever learn the language? Would I ever send the keychains? Would I ever learn to love well if I left things behind unresolved?

December 29, 2006

2007-01-04T01:01:00.000-08:00

Art comes from the tortured soul. Otherwise, its just another crayoned flower.

December 19, 2006

2006-12-19T10:50:00.000-08:00

There's still time to change.

December 15, 2006

2006-12-15T11:50:00.000-08:00

Dying for a day.

December 13, 2006

2006-12-13T15:19:00.000-08:00

My life seems just as burdensome, just as painful, just as wonderful, just as redeeming as the others. Usually.

December 12, 2006

2006-12-12T20:33:00.000-08:00

His soul's shadow disappeared with the clouds.

December 11, 2006

2006-12-11T22:41:00.000-08:00

Time alone isn't that at all.

December 8, 2006

2006-12-08T12:43:00.000-08:00

I dont live in a black and white world. But there are no greys. Sunset reds, blue eyes, and wheat yellows.

December 7, 2006

2006-12-07T15:46:00.000-08:00

The things I let slip, I let slip again. And again, and again. I can't let it slip again. Learn to love well and you can finally love yourself.

December 6, 2006

2006-12-07T15:42:00.000-08:00

A new family shares a meal.

November 30, 2006

2006-12-07T15:38:00.000-08:00

Thought I'd never sleep here again. But there are always second chances. And thirds, fourths, fifths.

November 29, 2006

2006-12-07T15:33:00.000-08:00

So pristine, untouched. Stay quiet. Remnants of youth, and hints of Eden.

November 23, 2006

2006-11-23T21:32:00.000-08:00

Will it ever be finished? Will I ever move on? Will I ever grow out of this mottled suit I have on?

November 2, 2006

2006-11-03T15:36:00.000-08:00

I could have gone home.

October 30, 2006

2006-11-03T15:17:00.000-08:00

Running around in circles, until you step on the grass.

October 23, 2006

2006-10-24T21:34:00.000-07:00

Slowly leaving the things that hurt, that insult. The things that are superfluous, that dont matter. Leaving the things that shaped me, that shaped me jaded.

October 21, 2006

2006-10-24T00:37:00.000-07:00

Perfection comes in small, Southern packages.

October 20, 2006

2006-10-24T00:29:00.000-07:00

Remember the sound of quiet? The only interruptions were the rivers and the leaves underfoot. The only thoughts prayers. Empathy nested. Fog settled. And for once and for everyone, the truth was not a mystery. Years go by. Lifetimes seemingly pass. The man doesnt change, his ways do.

October 19, 2006

2006-10-24T00:22:00.000-07:00

If I keep pretending then I might forget where I really am.

October 16, 2006

2006-10-16T23:02:00.000-07:00

If only the days in my head equaled the days in my heart, Id still be there. If only that night had lasted. If only. If only I could learn to breathe again. To walk again.

October 14, 2006

2006-10-16T22:53:00.000-07:00

Given time, things start to appear differently. Sometimes more beautiful.

October 12, 2006

2006-10-16T22:50:00.000-07:00

Perhaps forgiveness is the greatest discipline?

October 6, 2006

2006-10-07T01:50:00.000-07:00

Easy. You didnt want to dance.

October 4, 2006

2006-10-05T18:14:00.000-07:00

Take my youth. I want my soul back.

October 2, 2006

2006-10-03T00:03:00.000-07:00

It felt good to bleed again.

October 1, 2006

2006-10-02T23:57:00.000-07:00

Breathe.

September 30, 2006

2006-10-02T23:39:00.000-07:00

Across the sea, they meant something. Every soul that touched them went somewhere different, somewhere new - but headed one direction.

September 28, 2006

2006-10-02T23:37:00.000-07:00

Perpetuation. Habit. Passion. Momentum. Havoc.

September 26, 2006

2006-10-02T23:15:00.000-07:00

The storm tears through its path. And standing in the path wont stop the storm.

September 25, 2006

2006-09-27T19:33:00.000-07:00

Some leaves are better unturned.

September 20, 2006

2006-09-20T22:15:00.000-07:00

There was once a man who thought of himself. Only himself. And he forgot about everyone else. And everything else.

September 17, 2006

2006-09-17T15:41:00.000-07:00

We pretended to be somewhere else for a day. But we were.

September 16, 2006

2006-09-17T15:37:00.000-07:00

I've grown thirsty again. And this thirst cannot be quenched.

September 11, 2006

2006-09-17T15:05:00.000-07:00

I can fly where I can't see. If I have faith.

September 10, 2006

2006-09-17T15:02:00.000-07:00

I can move those clouds blocking the moon.

September 7, 2006

2006-09-09T01:58:00.000-07:00

I'm Superman with a torn cape, Prince Charming - a little overweight, and a Knight in tattered armor. I am perfect at being me.

September 4, 2006

2006-09-07T22:22:00.000-07:00

Greatness needs no explanation.

August 31, 2006

2006-08-31T16:02:00.000-07:00

In this world of tangibles, is the importance of intangibles thrown away? Discarded? Stomped on?

August 30, 2006

2006-08-31T00:49:00.000-07:00

Music is life. The bass-drum heartbeat powers the ambient sounds that drive the words. The words that speak poetry-volumes about the things that matter. Love, hate, pain, joy.

August 29, 2006

2006-08-30T19:45:00.000-07:00

"It smells of summer rain. And although we know it'll be cold tomorrow, we still enjoy the smell. Summer rain - those days where you dont mind getting wet, and if life allows - you'd get soaked to the bone. Clothes will dry, but can your soul ever be saturated without tilting your neck so that the rain hits you in the face?"

August 21, 2006

2006-08-21T15:48:00.000-07:00

Life gets a little boring with white walls. But white walls don't paint themselves.

August 19, 2006

2006-08-21T15:44:00.000-07:00

Its cooler in the shade.

August 17, 2006

2006-08-21T15:38:00.000-07:00

I can't chase the sun forever. Its too fast. I cant keep up. The stars help me rest and wonder, and the rising sun causes me to run the wrong way. Or is it?

August 16, 2006

2006-08-21T15:11:00.000-07:00

Everything's dusty in the desert, but water can still quench my thirst.

August 10, 2006

2006-08-10T23:13:00.000-07:00

One second long. A moment short.

That's how its got to be.

August 8, 2006

2006-08-08T21:56:00.000-07:00

There my head and my heart were protected. A little bubble that prevented my life from being skewed. A big bubble, really. Or two. I knew what I wanted. I knew who I loved. I knew how to love. I knew how to really live. I knew that I was being watched over. I knew that everything would work out.

And now, I'm not so sure.

August 7, 2006

2006-08-08T21:53:00.000-07:00

Is the reciprocity of love pain?

August 6, 2006

2006-08-08T21:50:00.000-07:00

But I don't want to be like them.

August 5, 2006

2006-08-08T21:44:00.000-07:00

These are the men I bled with.

August 3, 2006

2006-08-03T18:39:00.000-07:00

When it rains in the desert, glorious things come. The dust settles and creates a clear view of the world. Rains bring the cool reprieve. But changes don't occur with a single rain, or even a series of rains - the ground is so thirsty, so parched that it quickly absorbs the moisture and becomes arid once again. It takes constant rain, an entire climatic change. It takes time. The grounds become saturated. The vegetation becomes healthy. The inhabitants' thirst is finally quenched. We want it to happen overnight, but even Noah's rains took time to flood the land. But the flooding did come.

August 1, 2006

2006-08-01T21:17:00.000-07:00

To really live well, you've gotta be able to find the middle ground.

Then ignore it.

July 29, 2006

2006-07-30T12:54:00.000-07:00

The lake saw my last tear, my face dry now for many years. Until I saw a friend leave, and another could not say goodbye. They've never met me, though.

July 24, 2006

2006-07-24T11:03:00.000-07:00

Feet lift from the pavement again. Do I have roots? Do I want roots? Maybe the next step is better. Bigger. The next step always is. Until I take it.

July 14, 2006

2006-07-14T23:21:00.000-07:00

I've drowned every night for as long as I can remember. Until today. I approach the water as I breathe, dipping a toe as to check for temperature. But everyday is the same: perfect water to swim in. Perfect water to drown in. But today I saw the water and walked away.

July 12, 2006

2006-07-12T13:58:00.000-07:00

Doors open and close. At times it seems that too many doors are open, as if the world remembered that people are trustworthy, and forgot that they aren't. And at times it seems that all the doors are shut and locked. But theres always one. It just has to be found.

July 8, 2006

2006-07-08T12:57:00.000-07:00

Rain brings life,

keeps me inside.

July 5, 2006

2006-07-08T09:52:00.000-07:00

My mind erased and idle

I stare at the water.

Am I really alone here

or merely blind?