soul's walk takes us to
cross a bridge of serenity
and find our love

baby we were born to be mild. you know, live to ride, ride to live. yeah.

out of one many
cling together for the hope
that all is not lost

greetings carbon units!

we sit at the round
table our discussions go
on infinitely

happy!

happy belated birthday mr. b. you've got the world in your hand!

the eternal climb
from downward spiral lifts us
one step at a time

over 30 years ago today, you taught us all to play. thank you and goodbye mr. duey.

the home fires are still burning...

the face of the tramp

now turns west and takes steps to

catch that train once more

a day at the railway

and now for something completely different. a little railway distraction trip, courtesy my uncle courtenay and aunt vera. enjoy the ride!

there's a place for us. somewhere, a place for us...

living in the land
between the past and now where
nothing else matters

making my escape against the backdrop of the familiar today.

erin go bragh!

where i've been

one of my favorite things about these matchbook stories is the evidence of travel. like a detective in an old noir i feel as if i am putting pieces of a mystery together. where did this come from? how do i get there? what will i find? puzzle pieces from someone else's forgotten past...

where i'm at

when you look back at the pictures i have posted over the past 4 days, you wouldn't know it, but they were all taken in a single day within a block of my work. and this simple fact reminds me of 2 things. first, the idea of photography as expressed by alfred stieglitz when he said "in photography there is a reality so subtle that it becomes more real than reality" in that the brief time i took to step outside and record these images, and then alter them slightly, removing them from their original time and place, they became something more. something i saw and then shared, and thus they have been transformed.
secondly, all of this connects to me, and to where i'm at now. stieglitz also marveled at the wonderful simplicity and access to creativity that photography affords us, even today in this digital medium. all any of us need do is step out, and look for these opportunities. they are all around us. and in sharing them, we share little pieces of our selves.

"i have found my subjects within 60 feet of my door"

- alfred stieglitz

from the wreckage we
emerge undamaged though still
shaken by the blow

the awakening
of monday hits us hard as
we slam into walls

ascending my gaze to thoughts of heavenly rest today in a town called eden...

imagination
circumnavigates our thoughts
and then returns home

ground control to major tom...

love emptied out as
we take all we can get for
it is our portion

take me to the bridge...

all ride on through change
of landscape though frozen in
a moment called now

seven

seven turns a corner, as morning wakes again
"time to get up and earn your keep" says the watcher of all men
so seven splits the alley and turns to head uptown
he moves with quick precision, though the world sees him a clown
past civic center, curving market, seven walks his path with ease
he moves on by the castro as the flags wave in the breeze
he walks now through the mission, and knows he's nearly there
then passes 19th avenue, moving without care
he breezes through a doorway, and takes his place in line
then moves up as the people disperse and then recline
at last he's at the counter, the man says "yes, señor?"
he smiles and holds his hand up "i'll have the number four"
the man he nods at seven, and then begins to work
and then two minutes later he serves him without irk
he slides a warm plate over, across the counter top
and seven takes it from him as he pays the man called "pop"
and now he finds a table, near the window looks outside
and seven is in heaven as he now completes his ride.

mister blue looks up
to gaze at halo's head a-
bove his own today

postcard to a friend

her fists bare down on
the resistant for she is
the iron lady

music for washing and ironing

each weekday i rise early in the morning to get ready for work. and some mornings this is more challenging than others, especially as i say goodbye to my bride of 15+ years still snuggled warmly in bed. and then as i go out into the morning chill to meet the day i am steeled by a resolve that i am meeting my duties as a husband and father as i go speeding off to my job.
meanwhile life moves along at home at its own pace. and as my wife begins to rise and take care of her own duties, what better accompaniment than this vintage vinyl find? the stirring somerset strings moving the ladies through the cycles of laundering. and as midday thoughts may turn their heads to fancy as they look out their windows and see the warming sunshine, reality snaps them back to responsibility as they flip the record over to side 2.