The first time I saw a palm growing in its proper element was in LA. I was 12 and so awed by this otherworldly desert tree. There were rows of them down the sidewalks as casual as could be – slender, tall, reaching toward the ever blue sky.

These were shot in Santa Cruz, as crisply recalled by me, no doubt, as by countless carnival revelers.

In Santa Monica, where I imagine Barbie lives in a condominium and parks her convertible just outside the door…

I see birds, wind, a yellow sports car…

Can you spot the sliver of moon over Venice Beach? –

Something about that slice of sunset
drips down my throat like
sherbert.
It makes enticing promises, doesn't it?
The night is on its way
with the realization of
dreams.

These were taken in December 2007.
I am very much looking forward to being in California again.
Happy 2009 to everyone!

Welcome to my blog!
I’m planning to hit the road as close to January 20 (Inauguration Day) as possible.
In the meantime, I’ll be posting photos from previous journeys.

Fisherman’s Wharf

Sculpting beauty from something
ordinary, plentiful,
fallible to wind and waves.
Just another day at the beach
for one
artist
imagining what it was like for God.

I see a U.S. Navy ship, old wood, new wood and seagulls. But nary a tourist…

Chinatown

Crazy how graffiti on a wall can be more arresting than the passerby.