Some days require keeping your nose to the grindstone, working your bottom off, and a couple pots of coffee to keep the pups primed.
This is the opposite of that kind of day. The kids are in school, most of the tourists are between here and there. It is a day of reflection, listening to the birds by the bay, the gentle lapping of the wavelets against the pilings. … Tomorrow is another day, but today, I am comfortable.
This image is one of my favorites of Ocean Beach. People are going about their business. There are five separate conversations going on, and when I look at the large image, I swear I can hear the voices. 
I am not really hearing the voices, but I can read the body language. A few are drinking a beer and watching the sun as it sets behind the ocean. The cops are talking to a whole group of skate boarders. A woman is walking alone, glancing at the setting sun. Some of these people will sleep here tonight.
Graffito is all over the world. The earliest forms are found on rocks, and in caves. All graffiti are put in their places by the hands of humans. What do they, the creators, see? What do they see when they spit colors across their hands placed on the wall of a cave when they move their hands away and see the void in the color where their hands were just moments ago? Do they look into the future and see the shadows of their descendants looking backwards through time, with the imagination to see into the eyes of the human creator? Do they exchange quantum moments of entanglement?
I hope so. It is what I see. It is what I strive for in my photos.
This was a wonderful evening. These boys had spent the evening dancing across the surface of the sea with the wind and the surf. They had sat on their boards, watching the horizon, looking for any wave that caught their eyes. It did not have to be the perfect wave, the moment was perfect sitting on the gently rolling swells, only occasionally speaking with each other.
Even now, as they leave the sea, walking beside each other, they spoke not a word. The rhythm of the surf breaking against the pilings of the pier, and the call of the gulls, was all that could be heard. The boys of the sun were on their way forward, leaving their love behind, to rejoin common man.
Wandering around in the valley, I came across this culvert with its walls covered in colorful graffiti. The colors of the paint contrasting with the luminescent green algae, and the urban location of this image are some of the things that keep bringing me back to this image.
I wonder about the people that painted these walls. Was it practice? Who did they think they were painting this for? It can only be for themselves. Like the walls of caves, long time deserted, this art will stand through time. Here is the heart of man.
I have gotten really lucky to shoot some images for the Snapshots Foundation. It has taken me to several wonderful locations where I get a chance to combine some of my theatrical history and my photographic talents, in my quest for images of historical value.
This is one of those images. When you look at it a certain way, it is an eye. It is an eye seen from the furthest point away from center stage, where the minds eye of the audience can see the eye of the theatre.
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People collect interesting things. … I just love this man, sitting in his domain, among all the things he has chosen as having value.
The circumstances of each acquisition captures my imagination as I look at each item in this image. Where did he see this item first? When he picked it up, was there a little glint in his eye, or was it just a business question?
And I love the little “Antiques ->” sign with the arrow pointing at the man. And, I get a kick out of the little, “etc.” sign that sits above his head like a thought bubble in a comic book.
Just a reminder, this evening, and tomorrow evening, will be the peak of this years edition of the Persied visitors from space. The Perseid meteor showers will light the nighttime skies of the Northern Hemisphere of this blue ball with streaks of fiery delight. … If we are lucky.
A friend and I will be going out this evening, and spending the night in the mountains. … I have not decided yet, how I will shoot them. … I think I will make a time lapse movie of full resolution still images. … That is, if it does not get to cold, or to boring just listening to the camera tick. …
Ironwork has always fascinated me. Look at the concentration on this man. Although you cannot see his eyes, you can see that nothing else exists for him. … He is living in that point of electric arc that point of hot fusing metal. His entire body is focused on creation.
What a cool gig!
I love these shiny balls. Everyone of them is a locus of intellectuality. … In this image, the reflective ball captures, not only the world in a sphere, but the entire universe. In that miniature captured Universe, everything can be held in your hand. If you can hold it in your hand, you can perceive the reality of it.
