Northern Oregon

I got some shots heading up north of Portland a couple weeks ago. The fog gave the shots a cool aesthetic.

Transitions make me see brighter

I was recently recommended to read this book called Makers Diet. I think the next month ill be documenting my progression into a new way of eating and exercising. So far the read is just what the author went through with his physical health. Put me in more of a perspective of my own health and brought me back to when I had done the grass is green documentary.

Patience in timely fashions

I observe in serene detail
Of altercations entrusted
In my robot cloak
Catching corporate cuffs
Lost from deprive
By feint emulsions
Frickering short constants
And my love for my life
My love for now
Head turn with small grins
What holds me tight
Will let me fall
And give me light

Meditation…. Walking, not talking in my head

I noticed a sure praise of independence lately. Utterly broke, nothing to do but read, encountering the stormy last months of winter. In recent years these environment traits would push me in a hole and I would be struggling for some time to get back to the top.  It would surprise me on how I had done it before. Anyways, my thoughts have kept quiet for the past week and feel a grace period to save my creative energy. Things from the past got me here and I find that expressing those great times in my life through writing have organized the clutter. Reality is more apparent to what sort of ambitions are actually plausible. Each step I take lately is a grateful reminder of where I could have been.

I would have drowned in my own:
Selfishness
Control
Anguish
Grief
Ignorance

That great body of water pushed me
Back to land to walk in the progressive
Cities I wind up in.

Within the meditation aspects of living I seem to enjoy everything as it comes. It is good be alive and not be caught up in the facebook realities.

Listening to: Soulsavers – “Revival”

Standing

Waiting on drunken stilts
I seeked the beauty
That had already been present
Rescue these inhibitions
Because they make no sense
Yet I find interest in
Understanding
Why do I stand here
What is my next step
I hide upon return
Fore no one knows
What I had seen
Or what I want
Lost looks drive me further
Happiness, yours and mine
Are on trial
My optimism
Thinking it will evetually get better
Drove me deeper in denial
As months down the road
I ask again
Why do I stand here
What is my next step
Things change
And that is good enough
I stand in happiness

Killin icebergs one day at a time

There is some hope left

Sure dude!

Blankblankblankblankblankblackblankbankbonkblankblankblankblankblank! Streets. Seats. Wrong ways. Cold days. Chicken sandwich. Speed up. Coffee cup. Wanna be gangsta. Wanna be the lone ranger. Black man with the back hand. Don’t touch me. Don’t love me. Hoodrich with a richbitch. Tall skies. Henry eyes. Smiling cries. Sure dude!

St. Paul 2011

Note: Title Unknown

With a future in sight
A painful glow
Picturing you back with me
Now back to reality
The street feeling the weight of a thousand weeping lives
Punishing their support
seeking lower with our highs
Gaze at the eyes that look down
Waiting for the moments
We found, so profound

When Im up Im so low
When Im here Im not there
When we hurt i don’t care
Trust me I can’t even amaze myself

With all the love u gave
Hard not to behave
Like children
Take the emotional toys
Spread this mess
Take these emotional joys
And arrest this dress

I watch a thousand crows Find room to perch in this cold heat
I watch a thousand flakes fall from so high up
I watch myself move forward and look back
But catch my feet

St. Paul 2011

Path

As I observe the streets of St. Paul, I can’t help but wonder how many footprints reside in the asphalt. Noticing the imperfections of the paved avenue, the cracks paint a picture of how old this area is. In comparing my surroundings to my life, I take into consideration my own cracks and imperfections. These hold the character to what I am today. Perfection would make things look very infalible and too clean cut. Trying to patch the holes to fast without the right materials. Wondering each day which direction seems more plausible and comfortable. Trying to control my direction, I feel more lost, without realizing that sometimes we don’t except our environment. Sometimes “the now” had never been good enough for me. Does this mean that we do not accept ourselves sometimes? Are we afraid to except others that walk amongst us? If we understand these imperfections we begin to understand ourselves. In the end, don’t be afraid to look up and except the world. You might find happiness.

Listening to: Son House – “Death Letter”

urban

The smell of paint cans had brought me back my days in Ventura, California. Scoping out spots to shoot photos of my friends taggin up some urban scenes. It is random how the the scent of these awful chemicals could bring back memories of the great life cali life I once had. But today, I join up with a local St. Paul buddy who knew of some spots and good pieces. As we were on the bus I noticed a middle aged man wearing a jacket, that looked like a pimp costume out of super mario 3. Being mostly envious at his fashion choice during this below farenheit weather. He may look ridiculous but damn does he look comfortable. After spending most of the morning riding the bus across town. I find myself surrounded by snowtracks and midday sunrays that have enlightened this journey. Trekking through the woods one might have thought of a masked murderer emerging from the bushes. Yet I find comfort that no one on earth knows we are here. At this point, I get a great view of the ford bridge and the river bottom. Upon our presence there lays a graffiti haven. Hopping down from spot to spot I admire the midwest style. Made me appreciate spots in Ventura and places I had seen in San Fran a couple years ago. This ongoing lifestyle of expressing urban culture is more then just spraying pint on a wall. Its a voice, people have died over it and for most individuals it is all they have. I hve heard both ends of the controversy of graffiti. One property owner said “that if these kids get shot, they deserve it. They are ruining my property.” This empowers this community even more because at least it is having an effect.

Listening to: wiz khalifa” black and yellow”