Tag Archives: D700
Shorebreak
I feel the wave gathering under me, my feet rising and the giddy feeling of it moving beyond me, as if a horse just ran through me and then the falling, the falling and my feet back on sand and … Continue reading
This Is (Not) Grass
Scarcity brings out the fundamentals in a personality. I will use myself as an example, although I could refer to others in my life as well, “ex” people of several varieties, wives and business partners come to mind – these darker sides … Continue reading
Hydra
At various times, most of the time, now maybe, I have liked fashion. I subscribe to GQ. I know, but I do. I subscribe to weird French fashion magazines sometimes where the models are nude and waifs, and unhappy and … Continue reading
Endless
So, son, its now, this moment, this moment. You are changing me. Do you have enough of yourself to hear this and believe it? Can it roll through you as the truth without some shadowy part of you telling you … Continue reading
See Through You
Sunday morning is the right time for North Beach across the bridge from Corpus Christi. Sunday morning brings the truth to a place full of Saturday night fantastical absurdities fueled and created and sustained, desperately, by whatever the drug of … Continue reading
Drought
I drove through the emptiness that is the endlessness of South Texas: see forever and nothing at the same time, as the joke goes. Having grown up here, I have earned the right to say it as I see it, or … Continue reading
Jesse
Jesse was having dinner and not paying much attention to the World Series game seven. That made him interesting. We were sitting at the bar – every table was packed for the game. I had been taking pictures of a closed and … Continue reading
Lisha
I am in Burlingame, CA. I would normally want to just say San Francisco, but it isn’t. I am in Burlingame for four days. I went for a walk along the bay. I was taking pictures of an unusual man … Continue reading