the Ojai Valley

   

    This is my last week working for b.d at the Ojai farmer's market.

    I will miss the early Sunday morning drive into the valley.

    Every morning would offer something new.

    Last Sunday, the fog rolled in behind a beautiful stone wall. 

  

Roberto's Chair

We lived across the street
 from a school in Brooklyn.

they were always throwing out
 books and chairs and school things.

I found this chair, destined to be forgotten.

This was my morning chair.

by the kitchen window.

a glimpse of my home: II

memories of a past unknown.

to ponder.

lost,  and found again. 

a glimpse of my home: I

by a new window.

reminders of the past.

love, lost and found.

Once

Once

I found a disposable camera

at the Greenwood cemetery.

I developed the film.

and this is what i saw.

Mother

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Love is our Mother and

The way of our Prophet.

Yet it is in our nature

To fight with Love.

We can’t see you, mother,

Hidden behind dark veils

Woven by ourselves.

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Rumi

when life hands you a lemon...

you take a picture of it.

the junior varsity

sun throat

captain

& stix.

J.V.

they might be playing at a kid's first birthday party

in a historic packing house,

or an outdoor movie night in the funk zone.

and their  R - E - D - red  H - O - T - hot !

book them now. 

I'm their gypsy manager.

stuff

I love stuff

vaughn loves stuff

i love vaughn.

but he loves stuff...

more

than I love stuff.