Winter (Re)Cycle

Three For The Walk Home

... although the walk home is a bit longer--about two blocks longer--when i step off the 794 at Broadway and San Fernando Rd., after dark it's so much more prettier ... and weirder. 

In The Air

My Leafy Heart

On The Verge Of Singing

for the poetdancereducator, my lil sis JGrande

We Can Be Like Butterflies ...

... because Migration is a Human Right.

B-Side (#5)

Media City Looks

B-Side (#3)

The Scribe

Walkways Incorporated: New Directions To Live Fully

[One month later ... ] Something like this happened in July. But, instead of a post with a photo for everyday missed, i think i'll just (re)begin from here. Here. Still here.

Moving on. I guess i've just been tired. With work and all. I also haven't been shooting as much. A part of me feels i've failed this blog's goal to upload an image-a-day ... along with some words. Words. Still there?

Moving on. On this day to love, write, fight fully. Thirsting for words, elements composing a new liquid to drink daily. Cleansing. Growing. Moving.

i

move

on

Steady Cam

Ready For the Mobile Upload

Summer To The Curb

Street Sweeper

Media City Swag?

... these guys look like Private Eye's in their own kind of Burbank noir. Whatever the case, no doubt they're on it. 

Luck Rides The Bus

Poker Face

Cali Cruising

... what better way to end "Cali Week" and head into summer than with a cruise down San Fernando Road in a classic Thunderbird?

Voy a Cerrar los Ojos

Window Seat

San Fernando Road: Spring (Part 1)

... these are the flowery days. even at bus stops. (even to Burbank.) been reacquainted with an old friend, the 94, the first line i take into Burbank for work. At Olive and San Fernando, a new friend, the 155: media city route. north or south, the 94 never feels like the same ride. and yet, no matter where i point and shoot along the Road, i can't help imagine Rod Serling will soon pop up in the frame ... "Your next stop, The Twilight Zone."

No Caption Here, Move Along

... finding lots to shoot along San Fernando Road since i began working again. This kid with the aviators caught my attention while on the bus. Once the family was off the bus, and while his momma secured his little sister to her stroller, i caught the kid staring right at me as i pressed BlackBerry to window. Looks like he's guarding them as if he were part of Secret Service.

Spring Won't Let Go

boulevards sprout beauty

defiant through the cracks

kiss in a shadow

Across The Sands

we always runnin'

not too late, jump aboard man,

join the caravan!

San Fernando Road: Winter

... I've lived a couple blocks from the train tracks that run alongside San Fernando Road for over twenty years. The rumblings from passing freight trains could be felt all the way to our apartment building. Except for stretches of fencing, new sheltered bus stops that don't really shelter you from anything, and paint jobs to some of the warehouses, the stretch of San Fernando Road i live by hasn't changed much. Three bright primary color painted warehouses--the blue one now occupied by Golden Road Brewing--and relics like The Big Fish dive bar give this stretch a certain mystery. It's an area that feeds my L.A. noir imaginary. People you wouldn't run into any other part of Glendale inhabit, cruise by, and pop-up along San Fernando Road.

$20.51

"Your descendants shall gather your fruits." ~Virgil