Fabrication, Power, Politricks

Monday, June 17th, 2013

Lying Craving Power Eye


The Tokyo prefectural elections have six days to go.  The loudspeakers blare throughout my neighborhood, as well, and every nook of massive tokyo.  The promises come.  The lies are spoken.  The picture perfect images are created.  Nothing is as it seems.

Look closely.  Inspect our leaders to the point where the ben day dots break down into their pigmented hues.  There is no truth to be found here.  Only carefully constructed  illusions that will crumble when held up to real scrutiny.

Just another day, another lie, and it is all just politricks.


Oh Goi, It’s Got Eyes

Tuesday, October 12th, 2010

Two images from the town of Goi in Chiba. This time they are an abstracted view of a town that seems to be frozen, waiting to thaw when life heats back up.

A Wrinkle in Wall

Nicotine Red Ta

Daikanyama in Twilight

Tuesday, August 10th, 2010

Before having a lovely dinner we wandered around the streets of Daikanyama.  Wedged between Ebisu and Shibuya is a oasis of little shops and cafes.  A bit of an escape from the wilds of the Shibuya crowd.

Human Tag Merge

Love Love Eye

Ebisu Door Side Stairs

The Fruit of the Vine

Friday, July 16th, 2010

Those that know me, know that I am not a big drinker; however, I do like to enjoy a nice glass of wine once in a while, and especially to celebrate the coming of the sabbath.  In moderation, to be savored and enjoyed the fruit of the vine can work miracles.

So enjoy a glass or two now and then.

The wonderful fruit of the vine.

Fruit of the Vine

Tiny Rouge Eye

Burgundy Eyes

There is Something in the Air, It’s Bullshit! Must be Election Time

Saturday, June 26th, 2010

A snap election has been ordered here in Japan after the new prime minister Kan took over a few weeks ago.  The election will take place on July, 11th 2010.  Only two weeks of campaigning are allowed.  At least that saves our ears from the endless loudspeakers that roam the neighborhoods asking us to vote for their politrickster.  Another good point is that there is a lot less money wasted on the campaigning than the pornographic amounts wasted back in the states.

The best thing for me as a photographer are the political posters.  I just love to have fun with them.  They are up all over the place and are put up on specially erected boards that each party has an assigned space.  I love to get in there with my lens and abstract, pervert the already perverted message that the politicians are trying to portray.

They have no real power.  Only the illusion of real power because “we the people” have given in to them.  The people are not ready for real change, because real change will mean heartaches.  Therefore in the meantime, as the humidity and the heat rise so does the foul stench of politics.  In return I will strive to take such ugliness and turn it into an expression.

Don’t give in to the politricksters illusions.  Go out and fight the real fight.

Guts Cut

Half Smile

Wrinkles Do Not Equal Wisodom

Right Between the Eyes

Drfiting of to a Metallic Daydream

Friday, June 11th, 2010

As he drifts of to sleep, will he dream of electric orange sunflowers ever reaching for the sun’s energies?  Will the squeaky rusts slow the eyelids, drooping down.  Grinding against the steel as the asphalt melts a sea of prairie grass swaying in the summer breeze.

I do wonder about these things.

Only the metallic one knows for sure.

Drfiting of to a Metallic Daydream

Drfiting of to a Metallic Daydream

Evil Eye, Eyeing Us All

Sunday, December 13th, 2009

Found this wind torn poster fluttering in the wind the other day on my way back to my home.

Upiside Down and Concrete


Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

Lashes fall from the eye, every drifting in the breeze.

Sometimes caught by the eye.  Trying to hold on to what it once had.

Flickering in the wind, drifting from the soul.

It is all temporary.  It will fade.

It's All Temporary

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