Photography / Street (Part I)

A few years ago, I was known as “the guy who walked” — often putting 7 to 8 miles beneath my feet. And as one buddy of mine commented decades ago, I have the gait of a “determined caveman” often with my head aimed solely toward the path beyond me. (Hancock Park, 2011-12)

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The Past as Jack-o-lantern

I’ve begun scanning pieces of writing from my earlier days. This for instance is the cover from my first (failed) novel. The title was a blatant ripoff of “The Ginger Man” by J. P. Donleavy. The plot was non-existent especially considering it was set in Dublin and I had never traveled to Dublin. Despite these petty indiscretions, it’s a failure worth remembering.

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