Knock Knockin'

... one of these days i'm gonna run up those steps and go inside!

Once Upon A Gaslamp

We Meet With Open Wings

Be Open

Spiraling

[October 2011]

Victorian Skies For Angels

1st and Boyle

... the renovated Victorian-era Boyle Hotel Cummings Block was built in 1889. 

Lot Week (#6)

Close Up, low angle, dutch shot from a scene of my film noir imaginary (Wide Screen Edition)

(This week i'm sharing pics i've taken at work, mostly while walking on, or driving through, the lot.)

Camino del Pasado

It Was Neither A Long, Long Time Ago Nor Far, Far Away

A pesar de la distancia, mi deséo para vos sigue igual ...

que sigas abriendo nuevos caminos con cada pincelada sobre el lienzo de tus sueños, como caricias sobre galaxias, que las estrellas te acompañen hacia mundos que reflejan la luz y belleza de tu corazón ... y que seas siempre felíz.

Gotta Dance!

... did i mention i'll be taking tango lessons soon? Tango. La música de mis abuelos. The music of my grandparents. As a kid i would hear my moms talk of how beautiful it was to watch her parents--my late grandparents Ana Mercedes and Victor Manuel Portillo--dance the tango. And i always knew i wanted to learn someday. This rhythm's been calling me for some time. Just listen to this classic by tango icon Carlos Gardel and you may understand.

The passion. The fierceness. The tango!

Mo Self Portrait

After Shave

... it's the first of the month and that means a self portrait. And, this time, a shave! I hadn't seen my cheeks since October of last year (and longer than that since i'd seen my chin!). I told my 3-year old nephew--a.k.a, Captain Jack Sparrow--i was growing a pirate mustache. Aarrrgh!!

It Could Happen ... Soon

Roasted, Brewed & Served by hugO Chávez

"I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee." ~Carly Simon

Walk With Me

De la mano [September 2011]

... just wanted to acknowledge all the Fathers, Pops, and Papis and Daddies, and, of course, the Dad-like figures in our lives. Felíz dia del padre! Happy Father's Day! 

[Still scrolling through the archives. This pic of my brother and his son is in honor of those men helping to raise their sons and daughters with an open heart and mind to the infinite possibilities available to them, and us all, when we treat one another with respect, acceptance and compassion.]

Writer Cool Cat

Dos Gatos [February]

A quote that sums up this Cat Week:

"Cats are dangerous companions for writers because cat watching is a near-perfect method of writing avoidance." ~Dan Greenburg

... perhaps sometimes. Y'all already know it's been a slow week of mobile shooting and navigating through the rhythms and grind at Spring's end. But Cat Week is no excuse to simply lay back and shuffle through pics from the archive: I remind you of this quote.

I chose this pic--from my MacBook's webcam--to end Cat Week because it's like a "behind-the-scenes" still of this blog. (Here, the then-unemployed, yet smiling, blogger with his peaceful gato.) Whether i post directly from my BlackBerry or from my laptop, i'm usually sitting on the couch ... with Moon looking over my shoulder; and when he's not, he's taking up virtually the entire couch and i have to move a couple pillows and make myself comfortable somehow. He's my biggest critic, really, as you can tell. 

Summer's but a few days away and this blog's nearly at the half way point of daily offerings for this processional cycle. Grateful everyday in all ways ... here's to our four-legged companions that also remind us to live each day fully. 

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know tomorrow
won't come home on a someday
with yesterday's key

"Sometimes I Can't Help Seeing All The Way Through"

There's a road that's wide open now ... And so Tree Week comes full circle with a visit back to the forest. Thought i heard her calling, Hello, it's me.

"Where Is Everybody?"

this creepy old town

aint got nobody to hold

my hand as i laugh

You Are Here

i keep looking up

the promise of renewal

blossoms as clouds part

Rascals

little explorers

discover and laugh and play

taking giant steps

... And Through The Woods

i dreamt u chased me

through a forest like faeries

we found our magic

For A Warrior

"Poetry is the liquid voice that can wear through stone." 

~Adrienne Rich (16 May 1929 - 27 March 2012)