I had a dream that I was Steve Buscemi and was having sex with Tilda Swinton.
A photographic learning journey all the way from the near side of the moon.
This fleeting sense of youth clings to my aging flesh.
A passing memory refusing to be buried beneath the anxieties of maturity, Like the fading sun clinging to the night sky, its rosy fingers grasping and clawing at the imminent darkness.
This youth, taking its last shallow breaths, is my life blood.
Walking down Fairfax towards Sunset. This gentleman’s wife kept turning around and yelling “keep up old timer.” It was hysterical and adorable.






My birthday just passed. it was great although our mission to go see la santa cecilia was a bust.
I still had a fantastic time hanging out with these really wonderful people.
Thank You
Gladys, Shawn, Katrina, Patricia for the great time.
Met this couple outside Whole Foods In Los Angeles across from the grove. They were awesome.
Ruben Brewington. Met him a few days ago. Had a nice chat about R&B and gospel music. He has a fantastic voice.
I had a dream that I was Steve Buscemi and was having sex with Tilda Swinton.
My father fixing things like a “man” is presumably able to do.
I’ve never been much of a fixer. I fancy myself more of a “destroyer.”
Much to the dismay of my father I bet.