This is how I feel right now.
             Let's go to work! lol

 

Pic credit: Ken Allen

 

 

Happy 60 days of sobriety

 

 

 

 

Our little town is being some what threatened by this wild fire that started this last Monday afternoon. A "mandatory" evacuation was called out today while I was in Hemet. A simple trip to Hemet turned into a whirlwind of constant sounds coming from my phone- why I gave almost everyone a personalized tone, I don't know. I  couldn't even answer one with a simple yes or no before another text or call came       rolling in- interrupting. The police finally allowed me up so I could pack                  (after talking to my Dad!)~Thank You.  

 

 

This fire also ruined yesterday's photo shoot I had set with David Paquette.

Reschedule!

We were going to be shooting around... there.  

 

 

Irony?

 

~19000 acres burned, destroyed mobile homes, 15% CONTAINED, heading towards...me.

 

 

                                         Mmmm.... fresh from our garden.
                                                       

                                                Who's ready for dinner?

I am to test my thinking by the new God-consciousness within; a growth upon a foundation of complete willingness. 

 

 

My willingness is as proportional to the amount of arrows in my ass; which is as proportional to my humiliation. 

 

 

Photo Credit: Sven Ellirand 

 

~`~All which I do not seek, yet have fallen upon~`~ 

 

 

 



         Is not our age characterized by the ease with which we discard old ideas for new, by the complete readiness with which we throw away the theory which does not work for something new which does? 
       




Material well-being always followed spiritual progress; it never preceded.

           My babies haven't bloomed in five years... Maybe they were waiting for sobriety, too.

                                                                                                                                                                         Alcohol is a disease of carried isolation. It engulfs you in a cloud of dark pins and needles. Until hidden disaster shows face, one stays in ignorant bliss.  
            The light eventually emerges, unexpectedly at the necessary  time. True colors show and your waken by realism. ~My new life has blossomed.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

I will not regret...I will not remorse...I will not retrace...I will not reconcile...I will not retreat...I will not regress...I will not rewind...

The past is non-existent  as is the future.

I will recover.

The One and only Valentine's Day Card...

Daughter,               
You'll always be my little girl,
that's never gonna change.
Well, I can't always tie your shoes-
    that might be kinda strange... 
And I can't hold your hand forever,
but it's hard to let it go.
And I can't fix all your mistakes
     because you'll learn from someone-
                      I know.
I have to let you spread your wings and reach for the sky.
And though I worry you might fall,
I love to watch you fly.
But just remember one thing, because it's always true-
No matter what the future holds, 
I'm always here for you. 


                                                       I Love You
                                              Happy Valentine's Day 

Love,
Dad

Mordancage

Last Sunday I played with a new developing process with Dan Dozer. It was more fun than other 'dark room' projects because he wasn't sure what he was doing; it was a new process for him, too. 

I didn't think we would be working on my prints, but that made me less fear full of messing any up... It was just me. 

More work next week. He's not sure what he wants to work on, but it will be work for his upcoming art gallery show. My first show! 
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Exciting!

How could I not have salt water in my veins?
They say the home is where the heart is and for most people that consists of four walls and a welcome mat. But for me... it's the ocean! The sand in between my toes and the warmth of the sun against my skin......................................

I can't wait for next season! 



Pic credits: Sven Ellirand

She danced for us...

Awesome shoot with Dan Dozer this morning. 
...cant wait to work in the dark room again!



Strange meeting with Nathan, (photographer),   after.
Coffee turned into a tour around parts of the desert that I have never seen before, and then a little shoot on a creepy street.

=  exhaustion. 
Red Bull saved my life when driving  home at 12Am.

                                                                               Finally!!! It's only been two years!