AHHH, Paris 2 Years, and Still Beautiful

Sunday, May 31st, 2009

Paris, what a city.  A city so vibrant full of life, beauty and something to catch anyones interest around any corner one chooses to turn.  That was the greatest thing.  The endless wandering from street to avenue to the broad boulevards.  Again a big shout out to Patrick, Sophie and Frederic who made our trip to their city even more enjoyable. 


Another Holga view of Paris.


Obstructed View

#7 Backalley, paris

Chilling in Jardin du Luxembourg

Bent on the Subway, Paris

Round About Paris

Interconnectiveness of Seemingly Random Objects

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

The seemingly random nature of the Interconnectiveness of all things is not as random as it may appear.

Dripping water, flowing down a pillar at the station  creating the Rust, Water,and Abstraction

It Oozes Forth

filled with intentional scratching left behind, leads to the deliberate defacing of

a political poster.

Dot Your Eyes and Cross Your Nose

The Interconnectiveness of it all is summed up in this lonely lost pin, discretely placed, intently waiting to be claimed by its master.

WA Badge of Honor?  Lost and then Found


Is it all random?

Do we look for some tangents to be drawn between them?

I don’t know.  But I do know that by exploring the nature of image creation as a means of expression I will attempt to find it.

YES ! and an Arrow

Thursday, May 28th, 2009


Scratched deep into the layers of paint at Urayasu station.

The anguish, the pure expression, reaching out of the cold, damp

just to say YES!  

And then there is the  arrow.   Scribbled on a post caught about on

one of my wanders.  Pointing in a direction that I will never travel.

We all must choose the way to journey.

Yes !

This Way or That Way

On the Wings of a Dove

Monday, May 25th, 2009

All those politricksters scream for change!

But all I see is an never ending flow of non change.

So let us be the change.  Let us transform the unknown

into the known.

Let there be blue light that surrounds us all.


On the Wings of a Dove

A Portrait of my Finger

Saturday, May 23rd, 2009

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, you have seen this before.  The one and only self portrait.

But what can i say?  I love the challenge of making a self portrait a little bit out side

the lines.  

Oh, yeah!  Fingers need attention too.

A Portrait of a Finger

Red Vision of my Youth

Friday, May 22nd, 2009

Red.  Big bright bushy red.  The kind of red that only appears in dreamtime. I hadn’t seen the the scarlet color of the Bottle brush tree since I was a youth in Miami, Florida.  The yellow pollen from the thousands of trees would form haphazard swirls on the floor.  I was quite surprised to be wandering back to Shin Urayasu station when my mouth dropped in awe of those vision from times passed.


Time passes to red blurs with yellow powder sprinkles.

Bottle Brush Blur

Paris Two Years On. . .

Sunday, May 17th, 2009

It was about two years ago when I and my wife climbed aboard a jet and headed to Paris.  It had been a dream for so long to venture to the city.  The city were Eugene Atget once wandered the empty morning streets. I too wanted to roam the streets.  See with my eyes and my lens the city of culture.  I walked the streets, rode the subways, wandered though museums.

Meeting wonderful friends, Patrick, Sophie, and Frederic.  With their guidance we were able to see Paris from the vantage point as a native, not a tourist.  

In actuality, besides not speaking French I was quite at home.  Wether it was sipping cafe on a street side table or grabbing some bread from the baker.  AHHHH.   I miss it so.  I will return to my beloved Paris.

Where the Tricksters get theier Hair Cut

River Side Coliseum. Paris

Synagogue beth Yousef,Marais Paris

Frederic in Juarez

Light Flare in the Catacomb

Lilttle Parisian Birdie

Chateau de Versailles, Reflection

A top of Old Notre Dame

Door 55, Paris

Chateau de Versailles, Reflection

Catacomb of Light

Gabriel Smiled at Me

Friday, May 15th, 2009

The skies began to turn purple as I was Walking back home from the station.

The clouds rolled in so fast for a moment I thought I was back in the San Fran Bay Area,

rather than the Tokyo Bay Area.  The clouds swallowed the sun whole.  POOF the warmth was

gone.  Then a eye opened up and Gabriel smiled at me.  I smiled back.

Gabreiel's Eyeing Me

Thursday afternoon in Kasai, Tokyo Japan

Upper Lip Got Ripped

Sunday, May 10th, 2009

It seems to me the older I get the less I fall victim to political hot air.

This is exactly what led me to investigate, flip, and abstract the political

posters in Tokyo.


The posters often fall prey to vandalization which I completely understand.  Ripped, torn

defaced, all add to the uniqueness of each image.


Upper Lip Got Ripped

A Revisit to a m2c Street Art pasting

Saturday, May 9th, 2009

Just a a tattered remains of a poster pasted up about 18 months ago.


m2c street art revisitied

The Difference Between Yesterday and Today

Friday, May 8th, 2009

Yesterday I felt like this.

Crumpled Hope


Today I saw this ( I don’t feel like it, but at least I was fortunate to see it )

Double Rainbow over Kasai

Bare Scratchings of Emptiness

Thursday, May 7th, 2009

I was inspired to dig though my recent wandering pictures when i cam across my friends article on the IDP website.  Please take the time to read it.  It will make you think.  I Buried Paul: From the Desk of Minimofo


Bare Scratchings of Emptiness

Look Up in the Sky! ! !

Tuesday, May 5th, 2009

I love subverting the images that the politicians use to try to corrupt us.

Look!, Up in the Sky

another in the glorious series from the series of political poster abstractions.

The Bridge is the way Between the two

Sunday, May 3rd, 2009

Up and over the journey begins.  Sometimes toes slip though the crack, or one slides back a few step.  However, we keep on striving to get to the other side, where we can say, ” WE MADE IT”  only to realize that the journey to the other side was making it.

Bridge Over my Life

Life, Death and the Beautiful in Between

Sunday, May 3rd, 2009

Headaches makes one take stock, reevaluate, stand up and be counted.  This past week being troubled by headaches even though I am officially off of work, and suppose to be able to relax.  Not able too.  I started thinking back to my trip to Paris in 2007, the trip and love of a lifetime.  To be surrounded by such beautiful culture, good people, like Frederic, Ann Sophie, and Patrick, who helped to introduce my wife and i to their city.  All was beautiful.  My only worry was which film to load, and where should we stop to have a noisette.


This all leads me to here.

Where are we going before our bones lay under the cities walls.  There is so much joy in between.

We need, I need to seek out the joy.  Love the precious life that we are given.


Boy, Steps, Paris, Life

Where We All End Up, Paris Catacombe

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