Sunday, November 21, 2021

Island Essence

Footage shot on Super 8 film camera by Chris Damon:

Thursday, November 18, 2021



Wildfires burning in the back of my mind
Back to a time
When things were simple by design


Before News was a commodity
Bought and sold on our hopes and fears
The made up threats assaulting our money, family, and modesty


Now we are just scrolling our way to hell
Our heads, better off under the sand
Resistance is a choice that begins within
Holding close, the truths we refuse to sell


All the lies and greed we are forced to see
Are an illusion created
To stoke a corrupt economy


Some say that God is dead
And some say that God is available for a price to pay
All the while our time, we give away


Now we are just scrolling our way to hell
Our heads, better off under the sand
Resistance is a choice that begins within
Holding close, the truths we refuse to sell


Wildfires burning in the back of my mind
Back to a time
When things were simple by design


Although simple was never the case
Generational manipulations
Have always been in place


Forced to choose a side
From transmissions meant to divide
Makes it easy to be exploited when
Blindfolds cover our eyes and dimly lit face

Scrolling our way to Hell

Wednesday, November 17, 2021

Fatherhood

Watching the world unfold
Through his eyes
Hazy morning light
Soak the walls
We lay on the floor
Without a worry
Coffee grounds dust the counter
Unwashed dishes winking from the sink
His smile and giggle confirm
That all dark skies will be
Gilded gold

Thursday, September 17, 2020

Across

"...And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel Good God Almighty THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL" No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta look some other place And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin' Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin' Where do you look for this oil well gushin' Where do you look for this candle that's glowin' Where do you look for this hope that you know is there And out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways You can touch and twist And turn two kinds of doorknobs You can either go....." -Excerpt from "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie"
Landscapes Mountains, deserts, twlights Old highways and scenic byways Skeleton ruins and lost visions Long horizions seen through loving eyes With big adventures under inspired skies Cross country roadtrip with my love
Virginia to California roadtrip Marriage and Family Stopping at beautiful locations along the way for bike rides and trails. I feel extremly lucky that my Dad gave us his truck for the journey.
(Chesapeake Bay)
(Virginia Creeper Trail)
(Smoky Mountains)
(Eureka Springs, Arkansas)
(New Mexico)
(Wind River Range)
(Yellowstone)
(Sawtooth)
(Crater Lake)
(Redwoods)

Sunday, May 24, 2020

Lots of Beauty


A year of roaming around the Pacific and Southwest. Looking forward to searching out more colors and lines in beautiful places.


Volcanoes National Park:















Waimanu Valley






Oahu:







Maui












Grand Canyon to Gila