You don’t me. You don’t know that I have an irrational fear of being eaten by a giant squid or that my mustache has a natural curl, but I am about to revile or reveal my utmost personal character. I have been experimenting with life some several decades now and being rather successful at it, being such that I am still alive.
You don’t me. You don’t know that I have an irrational fear of being eaten by a giant squid or that my mustache has a natural curl, but I am about to reveal my utmost personal character. I have been experimenting with life some several decades now and having been rather successful at it, still alive and kicking that is, I wanted to share some things with you.
I have always been infatuated with imagery, ever since my first exposure to great American Classic photography as a young man as well as the travel and people shots from such magazines like Natural Geographic and others. I have had a rich and varied career in several industries (add extra points if you consider “starving artist” as a industry) and all the while I have struggled to understand such life mysteries as “is it form over function or function over form?” and “ “how do they get that inside the Twinkie” and other things that everyone thinks about. Deep thoughts to ponder in my early days when I worked as an Architectural Designer and even earlier as a struggling musician in a rock band “do I want the pretty guitar or the one that feels the best in my hands?”. I still struggle with this question although now I can afford more guitars.
EXPLORATION OF LIFE AND PLACE
“A ship is safe in port,
but that is not what ships are built for”
J.A. Shedd, 1928
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I am many faces.
My age has no boundaries.
I go to many places, live in many homes.
I am a reflection of emotions.
Bad luck for those who drop me.
Clear as water flicker like a diamond.
I am you, I am them, I am the mirror.
You gotta have hope.
Life without hope is meaningless.
Without hope life is meaning less and less.
As great Pythagoras of yore,
Standing beside the blacksmith’s door,
And hearing the hammers, as they smote
The anvils with a different note,
Stole from the varying tones, that hung
Vibrant on every iron tongue,
The secret of the sounding wire.
Pirate Peaks with shrouded icy beauty
Bravest, strongest have scaled your cruel face
Your hunger driven by the snow and scree
Stealing heroes, buried without a trace
Temple of Athena
“Of Pallas Athena, guardian of the city, I begin to sing. Dread is she, and with Ares she loves the deeds of war, the sack of cities and the shouting and the battle. It is she who saves the people as they go to war and come back. Hail, goddess, and give us good fortune and happiness!”
Krazy Life on Krazy Korner
My favorite journey is looking out the window.