Journey Alone

None can prepare
For journey’s ill circumstance
Surrounded by many such dangers

Still alone
Still struggling
Never still

Today’s rain ceased
It’s essence
It’s transforming force

On water
In water
Becoming water

Clouds cry out quietly as they break
Like floating turtles
Parting ways

A welcomed force rears up
Its energy radiant away from ninety-three million miles
Frees the once oppressive transformation

And, with its goodness
Becomes the new oppressor

Bring it.

(Stay strong, be good, be ready)


Six PM
Waiting hangs in the air
Like maple syrup
In my coffee

Six birds fly
Into the dreamworld
Created in my camera
Completely unaware

For this little moment
There are no demands
Void of angry voices
Deadlines buried
In creative bliss

Multiple exposures on a single frame (in-camera) – Mission Trails, San Diego CA
Made this during a very kinesthetic learning time in my photography walk. There is power in controlling light. There is power in the ability to manipulate your surroundings to match the dreams in your head.

Recurring Dream

It appears calm
The surface nearly flat
Yet those small ripples…waves
Belie a boiling unseen

In my dreams of unrest
Waves crash overhead
Control completely lost

No longer a man
In this dream
I am a boy
Thrown about

Reduced to flotsam
Bound to continuous churning
Without escape
Save the awakening

It has been some time since I’ve experienced this dream. It started as a recurring lucid dream in my childhood soon after my parents divorced and split the family. It is interesting that the affects one event will manifest itself in our subconscious looking for resolution.

(Photo – Coronado, CA – Full Edit Manipulation in TOPAZ)

The Big Stew

Mud on my shoes
In my blood
Smell the dirt
Forgotten memories
The warmth
Of my mother’s placenta

Rivers surge
Make smooth the hardest of rock
Constant rhythmic pounding
Pushed by a forceful heart
Driven to the sea
The big stew

How foolish
To wake up
For one nano-second
This is a place to visit

I am the mud
I am the river, the rock
A speck
In the big stew

“Hiking Notes”