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Who Will You Be (Tomorrow)?

There has been so much noise about John McCain and his carefully architected departure this week. If you look at recent events with even half of a critical eye, you can see exactly what the man was at the end of his life. Not too much more to be said regarding the person. He did what he wanted, and got out of his life the fruit of all of his choices. For the most part, there are few exceptions to this rule, barring some who have early deaths. Yet even an early passing may be a harbinger of choice, as

Walking Softly

It has always perplexed me, becoming aware of an artist, and watching them as they grow, begin to follow the wrong thing, and then using their art, endeavor to convince others that they would do well, no indeed can only be truly free, if they choose to follow along in the artist’s flawed choice of beliefs. Art is powerful. Like a gun, it can be a weapon of peace, or war. As with any weapon, intention is everything and accuracy matters. Love and peace and hate and war. It is simple wisdom to understand when to engage and embrace each

Holy Water: A Christmas History

  Christmas began for me around  6 am on Dec 25th in 1955, when I was born. My Mother had been on her way to Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve in Milwaukee Wisconsin. She had stumbled on the steps leading up to the church and labor began. I like to think it was me who pushed her. That somehow, I knew Christmas and I, we would need to become acquainted. “Let me out!” I can imagine the look on my Mom’s face as she realized she would not be in church that day, Catholicism being what it was at that

Living Bali

Contained within the concept of life,  if one examines the word itself, the thing (noun) is not really what one may assume. A look at the origins of the word, takes you back to a Germanic root, which actually means leave, or more to the point: to remain. Taken yet to a more finite point of purpose in definition, to live, is to OCCUPY, a space, time and place. In living, we fill a space with our heart, mind and spirit. Here is the story of the Bali Nine.  A group of individuals cut off by country, and set adrift

Beholden on a Thanksgiving

Ah kids. They enter our world, turn it upside down, and at some point we realize that we had it all upside down in the first place. In my thirties, I had no immediate plans for having children. Managing a growing company, working a morphing athletic career, and looking at a rapidly changing world, inspired no confidence in myself to manage the additional responsibilities of a child. Let alone two. My wife at the time, Ronnie, had other ideas. So in the course of three years, when what I had assumed were foolproof measures that we were taking to avoid

Texture

I like to listen to things. Sound is life. People think that because I am a photographer, I am all about light. But light and color are merely indicators of a signature flowing through creation that is sound. So I listen and try to decipher, to hear, comprehend, move forward. Certain things that I hear create textures that eventually comprise threads which in turn weave the tapestry of life. You all get to see that, as I photograph those instants. It is Fall here in Ventura California. The voices in my life burst forth in a timbre that in turn,

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Who Will You Be (Tomorrow)?

There has been so much noise about John McCain and his carefully architected departure this week. If you look at recent events with even half of a critical eye, you can see exactly what the man was at the end

Walking Softly

It has always perplexed me, becoming aware of an artist, and watching them as they grow, begin to follow the wrong thing, and then using their art, endeavor to convince others that they would do well, no indeed can only

Holy Water: A Christmas History

  Christmas began for me around  6 am on Dec 25th in 1955, when I was born. My Mother had been on her way to Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve in Milwaukee Wisconsin. She had stumbled on the steps leading

Living Bali

Contained within the concept of life,  if one examines the word itself, the thing (noun) is not really what one may assume. A look at the origins of the word, takes you back to a Germanic root, which actually means

Beholden on a Thanksgiving

Ah kids. They enter our world, turn it upside down, and at some point we realize that we had it all upside down in the first place. In my thirties, I had no immediate plans for having children. Managing a

Texture

I like to listen to things. Sound is life. People think that because I am a photographer, I am all about light. But light and color are merely indicators of a signature flowing through creation that is sound. So I