I have always been a fan of the Doors and the iconic Jim Morrison. Sometime circa 1990 in Kin Town (Kinville), Okinawa while in what is best described as a non-sober state, I watched a laser disc music video of Danzig’s “Mother”. In awe I kept vacillating in thought that…
Birthday present (illuminated) next to a Fuller original. Former represents not only a thousand words, but thousands and thousands of miles. Latter, functional art.
Twenty-ish years I threw away all my vinyl dating back to the ’80s because of MP3s, Naptser and a Rio Music Player. Then came iTunes, Google, Amazon, Spotify, etc, ruining music ownership with their closed walled garden DRM architecture. A few years back I started growing the collection again. Yard…
I’m no Israel Kamakawiwoʻole, but I did have the pleasure to see him perform before he passed.
Woke to the white fluttering down. Enough so I broke out the snowblower. It still took two runs and several hours. As inspired as I was to go exploring, lazily I took a couple white balance shots of the snow covered yard, then settled on my ’66 VW Type I.…
German engineering. Old vs. new. Both over-engineered if you’ve ever been inclined to work on vehicles. Thirty-six years separates the two from birth.
Home sick, comfort food.
Speaking of music. I play. I also like the color Orange. I know how to improvise when handles break.
Have schematic, will change. That stereo harness does not resemble that picture any longer.
I used to do this years ago. I miss it. The Adventure. The tediousness. The frustration. The reward. The challenge is to find an interesting or meaningful subject every day, capture, frame, shoot and post. Or perhaps set yourself up with challenges, themes, concepts. Take one out of their comfort…