3/22/10 A fast burn in the middle of the chest.
I’m trying to say your name and there are hot embers in my throat and all I can rummage are small plumes of burning paper.
This entry was written by , posted on March 22, 2010 at 11:12 pm, filed under Landscape, Street and tagged Ocean Beach, San Francisco, sand, Water. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink and follow any comments with the RSS feed for this post.
8/3/09 Finding Stride
This picture, as base as it is, kind of captures a feeling I’ve had lately. The feeling of walking up hill in the sand when you could be climbing the stairs instead.
This entry was written by , posted on August 3, 2009 at 1:56 pm, filed under Landscape, Personal and tagged Beach, sand, Stairs. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink and follow any comments with the RSS feed for this post.
4/3/09 Ohio Girls in Los Angeles
My week in Los Angeles: warm steering wheel, listen to coast to coast am, contemplate Planet X, sand grinding on heels, Venice Beach addicts, dirty looks at street urchin pawning rap c.d., watch filming of French cosmetic commercial, rush of excitement seeing movie studios, incessant traffic, Mojave soon-to-be poppies, Randy’s donuts, Santa Barbara wineries, too much sushi, stretching dinner bellies, spotting Casper Balslev’s Superman in Hollywood, thoughts on lost opportunities and suppression of chaos, Sanchez Brothers, Bergamont Station, overpriced boring photography, inspiring Todd Hido prints, $45 parking ticket, flipping off meter maid, thinking about moving to Los Angeles, hotel boredom, meeting CalArts film students, sleeping on couch, intense dreaming of things I no longer remember, Val Verde, candy run to Santa Clarita, Scintillation, EX3, actress comes to shoot, sister city Solvang, amusing absence of Danish peoples, walking out of the Hitching Post after being seated, cuckoo clocks and pea soup, SF quickie on way home, rush of anxiety about being late, drive like maniac, Noah and Miki, hipster tells story about park, lay in grass, make Tim Hussin and his girlfriend uncomfortable with questions, walk the golden gate, feel a little bit alive, watch kite surfers, think about sharks and jumping off, talk to grizzled face fisherman, think of Christian Hansen’s bridge picture-silly bastard, cheap strawberries from mission district that rot the next day, grown in Mexico, garbage on street, return red rental car with no scratches.
This entry was written by , posted on April 3, 2009 at 4:14 pm, filed under Personal, Travels and tagged Beach, driving, Friends, girlfriend, Ocean, Ohio, Portrait, sand, Street, summer, sun, sunglasses, tricycle, woman. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink and follow any comments with the RSS feed for this post.