More and more close ups, segmentation.

I am becoming to see in abstractions.

Lying in the street, the poster once held some spell bound.

No all that is left are colors quickly fading and a smile that is full of black emptiness.

The Rotten Truth comes out.

The red Ribbon draped over a rusting side barrier.

The color calls out, to anyone who will notice under the gray filled skies.

3 more images from my stroll in the sun from Friday.  

As I sit with my sliding door wide open I can feel the cool wet

weather to come.  I look forward to the cool, but I am not crazy about

the wet.

Another image in the unending photographic project of lost and found objects in Japan.

Image was taken on the Urayasu Bridge between Chiba and Tokyo.

It has been 3 months since I walked down Duval Street with Jerry.   A beautiful breezy day in the most south one can get in Florida with out hopping on a boat.  The boom of bass coming from a convertible.  The lazy breezy days on a patio with paint slowly peeling away.  The picket fence that is slowly dissolving to gray.  The bicycle that floats from up above.   I miss you Key West.

Tokyo, Chiba Japan the land of abstraction.

Lovely warm summer day, luckily not too hot, yet.

So as I set off for Ichikawa station, I turned right, where I usually turned

left and discovered a cool old part of town, or as the Japanese say “下町”

Lots of beautiful old buildings.  You know the kind, don’t you?  The kind of building

thats been around so long the patina just pulls you on in.  The combinations of wood, copper, and rust.

I am a sucker for it all.

Two slightly abstracted images caught in my neighborhood today.

Masaka まさか　translated more or less as never, or I’ll never.

I love the frustration, recently I can really relate to that emotion.

This one caught my I as a beautiful yin ang yang image mixed up m2c style.

My image Boy, Steps, Paris, Life Paris 2007 was selected as one of the top images posted on Flickr groups in May.  There are other great images there so check it out.

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Rusty, Crusty, and hidden away in a little workshop in my hood.

I am not sure what xray love is, but I would like to find out.

It’s amazing what you see when you are tuned into the usually

invisible.

We all have done it at some point in our life.  Wether its drawing on a foggy window on the bus or writing “Wash Me !” on a filthy dusty car.  We all have picked up our finger and scribbled something, some message to the world.

Dusty, Dirty, Communication at a basic simplistic level has the possibility to convey a complicated meaning.

Open the door and come on in.

There is little to see, actually there are just some weeds, safety cones and a slab of concrete.

But pay it no mind, let the mind wonder on in, and see what is shall see.

Circle, Square, Triangle, simple shapes with deep meaning.

The circle the is no end, there is no beginning there are no corners.

The line loops around completely into its self.

Zen, Happiness, Circle

Found wandering around Ichikawa Station while waiting for the train.

Etched ever so with a marker onto its new home, floating and waiting to be

seen in terms of what it knows to be true.  Click.

Everybody come sing along with me…

Me and My Fire Extinguishers ,

they go everywhere with me…..

In the window they reflect a bit of my soul.