Hello Stranger

Yesterday, out of curiosity, I checked the stats on this blog. Surprisingly, it still gets a significant amount of traffic, even though it is seriously lacking in new content. I think my brother Jeff has something to do with that. If you found your way here through his website or blog, I am sorry I don't have any fun mathy or computational tidbits to share here.

It has been almost three years since my last post, and needless to say I have moved on to other things. I have lost an organ and some extra pounds, forgiven my knee, tried to hone my green thumb, gained a love of riding my bike while toting my camera, and started a new blog, Picture Pedaler. Come over and check it out.

This blog will remain here as an archive of my last couple years in New York, a still current love of art and photography and a small glimpse into my deep, and not so deep, ponderings. Mainly, I come around to look at the photos. I am not the most proficient photographer, but recording my thoughts with the camera is a huge part of who I am. I also continue to collect images of strangers. They are piled in boxes, bags and notebooks. Maybe I am collecting lost souls, or maybe I just see the humanity contained within a single snapshot. In this digital world, I worry about words and images disappearing. But I continue to be completely present.

Pictures From Pauline's Antique Store in Alameda

2008!

Recently Found

Photo cigarette cards from the Henry Clay and Bock Co. Havana Cuba
Photos from Miss Cecil Davis studio

Circle, Square, Ladybugs and Lonesome George

On a recent bike ride we met Lonesome George along the path. When my camera failed to turn into a cracker dispenser, he waited patiently while I took his picture.As we biked on we came across a bit of grassy geometric graffiti. If my brother were a graffiti artist or picnic table defacer, this would be the kind of mark he would make.On a walk with Don and Subburdenite in Mount Diablo State Park, we stumbled upon this ladybug nest. I had initially picked up the pine cone due to its grand size and was startled by its movement. I then realized this was home to one of my favorite bugs. There must have been thousands of them under multiple cones. We tried to take pictures without disturbing them too much. Don took this one.After, I kept humming an unknown ladybug song. I finally remembered; it was this fine little ditty.

Near Half Moon Bay

Oil and Water

As I plan a drive to the beach, I am saddened by the wildlife being threatened by a horrendous accident of man. Oil does not mix with water and it destroys the flight and feeding of the birds. Fuel threatens the life of this beautiful bay. Yet, I turn, seeking a beach that is clean, where my dreams can be my dreams and reality is behind me. However, my sight does not deceive me. Thick and glassy, it taints my newly blue sky, trajectory stilted.