look up, look out
November. 2. 2011
as the snow flashes by…
reflection
May. 20. 2011
still can’t get over the show…what a gorgeous walk in the clouds
scattering
May. 20. 2011
the laws of physics at play….live from my “chair in the sky!”
dispersion
May. 20. 2011
i still can’t believe we can fly in the sky
fluid mechanics
May. 20. 2011
leaving storm clouds behind, flying west at dusk…like flying through a series of the wildest brushstrokes-
add the bonus of bonding with 26D and 26E, and you have one helluva trip-
thanks matt and seth for stellar in-flight shenanigans!
roadshine
May. 12. 2011
the rain came down last night to kiss the parched ground…its beauty so persuasive, it made the asphalt glow golden
ahem…that, and Oak Cliff really needs some road makeovers!
[Shot true color by the way: no sepia-ing in photoshop- the evening did it for me]
rainshine
May. 12. 2011
The most gorgeous dusk followed summer rain yesterday- it pulled me out of my house and brought me alive
song for the earth
April. 22. 2011
Happy Earth Day! Rain it is you, my soil that I crave even here around the bends of this faceted world where edges seem sharper than some I have known, I listen to rain seep through your furrows my ears to your parched skin and my breathing with it in unison I cannot, but love you for your breath was my beginnings
chicago
November. 16. 2010
…written when I was fresh off the boat about nine years ago and landed in Chicago and still used punctuation and capitalization. I can’t pin a picture to this one, yet.
Chicago
Looking out at the sprawl of twenty million left behind at dusk,
bent over the metal rail of the lofty lighthouse in a shadowed skyline
I watched the landscape smoulder in the blueness of the night.
Waters glowed in a full moon like the shivers of a firefly.
The city shone with defiance,
rebelling against the night.
Challenging the authority of the dark
Man made fire-
he
created light.
And, refusing to retire
into the shadows of the dark
I opened my arms and joined in the rebellion.
horizon
May. 17. 2010
consider it art from art…took a day out in the Texas countryside this weekend
the storms never came-
years ago, my poetic boss sent me this poem…it’ll make you fall in love with Billy Collins if the title of the book didn’t already- it’s from The Art of Drowning.
Horizon
You can use the brush of a Japanese monk
or a pencil stub from a race track.
As long as you draw the line a third
the way up from the bottom of the page,
the effect is the same: the world suddenly
divided into its elemental realms.
A moment ago there was only a piece of paper.
Now there is earth and sky, sky and sea.
You were sitting alone in a small room.
Now you are walking in the heat of a vast desert
or standing on the ledge of a winter beach
watching the light on the water, light in the air.
-Billy Collins [the art of drowning]
swimming to the sun
May. 4. 2010
…it’s a good way to go
I took this solitary beach trip to Goa a few years ago, and it was so quiet and empty and all you heard was the waves because the tourists hadn’t come in yet. I just needed the stretch, and it helped to go be a beach bum no matter how shady travel is when alone and female in the motherland.
I never swam the whole trip, but I thought about it
the day wasn’t orange- rather blue, in fact
but its memory still is
“swimming to the sun…” a friend once penned off, referring to Corbusier’s death and summing up my dreaming
and I, unaware of that story was so mesmerized by the sensuous image this little phrase conjured up in my head that even now when I know what he really meant, (and that knowledge changes everything), the visuals remain untarnished and refuse to stop flowing
Resonance.
If you know what I mean
as for this picture, I always thought that was two friends growing old together on the shore. Don’t care if it wasn’t.
TIXE
March. 4. 2010
my camera (Rufus) and I can make magic happen to buildings…seriously, no photoshop here
fountainplace
March. 4. 2010
I was tempted to straighten the zebra crossing and make it level, but this picture is also about motion…I love love love this elevation of Fountainplace. Without a doubt, one of my favourite skyscrapers, anywhere.
I’d wanted to take these pictures for so long, I stood shivering waiting for the light…
the end is the beginning is the end
November. 23. 2009
…wudja know dawn from dusk?
dunno why they wanna do away with the whole polaroid thing…everyone I know has LOWE for em. Where else can ’09 look like ’69?
