Tuesday, November 27, 2018


Nobody can save you but yourself. You will be put time and time again into nearly impossible situations. They will attempt again and again through subterfuge, guise and force to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly inside. Nobody can save you but yourself.
Charles Bukowski

Saturday, November 24, 2018

Friday, November 23, 2018

Santa Fe

come per incanto

Saturday, November 17, 2018

Thursday, November 15, 2018

For Alena

Alena Kolosarova 1928 - 2018
Rest in Peace


"And now Iris, fleet as the wind, was sent by Jove to tell the bad news among the Trojans."

The Iliad Book II

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

The road east

Who were you yesterday,
blowing through the curtain in my memory

me estas mirando?

Friday, November 9, 2018

A fire on the horizon

He stood on the beach and watched the black water splash on the frozen sand like a million unanswered cries for help. The dementia of overwhelming loss gripped his heart and it left him impotent on the shore. He closed his eyes and thought of her somewhere far away and he imagined her smooth skin reflected on the water caught in tiny fragments of perfectly distorted beauty and piece by piece the images of that world slipped and slid in the tide and were taken away. He screamed at the ocean until every last drop of energy left his weary bones and when he had finished and after he had emptied his soul out into that void at the edge of time he started to cry.

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Tuesday, November 6, 2018


                                                              Kissing Oaks      Moss       Yorkshire

A persons voice triggers a much more complex, intimate and expressive connection that a photograph can.