Monday, on Line 4

 I am something asunder, where the applause of a silent sing-along, is given its due time being stood up like a tomato plant, driven down straight, dead, and true.   So as I mentioned earlier. I am different now. (IT WAS NOTHING SPECIAL) From here to here. And there. And some… somewhere, beneath the what, the […]

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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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