static

mr dingle the strong

the odyssey of flight 33

"the photographers"

twenty two

a penny for your thoughts

the invaders

Sunrise. California Desert. 6:29AM.

~the mojave is a big desert and a frightening one. it's as though nature tested man for endurance and constancy to prove whether he was good enough for california.~ john steinbeck

the whole truth

Nightclub. Paris. no filters. no photoshop. 2:30AM. Don't quite remember how i got back to the hotel that night.

back there

dust

When i want to be alone, i go to Los Angeles.

the night of the meek

finally after ?? months i decided it was time to get my car washed. This picture proves that, in LA, even the beautiful people wash their own cars***. Not pictured, just out of frame on the left was a woman who'd had so much plastic surgery done that she looked like a freakish cartoon character on steroids. Now that i've washed my car, I suspect it will rain within the next 24 hrs.

***as JD pointed out - taking your car out to get washed does not equal washing your own car. Point taken. What i should have said was that "In LA, the beautiful people drive their $75K cars to car washes themselves and have immigrant workers do the job for couple of dollars..."

a most unusual camera

my arrival back in los angeles. exiting the plane walking to retrieve my baggage. tired cattle. a mild sense that one is being sanitized as you walk thru the tunnel exiting to breathe in that clean, untainted los angelian oxygen. what's this habit i am forming of taking pictures of people walking in front of me?

the trouble with templeton

nothing like a rainy spring morning in manhattan.

nick of time

you're not allowed to take pics inside the whitney museum. on my way down the stairs from the 5th floor to the 4th floor i took this from the stairwell. ha! that'll show 'em.

the eye of the beholder

the howling man

a thing about machines