Moonies

Finally finished, still needs to be glazed, title slightly controversial. This piece is painted atop an old chair butt from Peet's, the one useful thing I took from a year and a half of being a coffee slave

Work

and if there are two eyes in my head there are four seasons in a year

MAX MACHT EINEN AUSFLUG

New favorite book....

i've thought about so many things
it only complicates my dreams
it's keeping me from knowing what to do
got to go i'm loosing touch
i think about you way too much
it's keeping me from knowing me or you

We've all wondered

My week sounds like...

Strange Hands

My Dad back in the day

My Dad was a radioman for the US navy during Vietnam, and took a lot of awesome pictures during that time and afterwards, all over the world.

In Japan



Osaka







ChichiJima 1968



Guam



Just some cool dudes in Delaware, Dad on the left





This might be one of my favorite pictures ever, one of Dad's gf's:



They were only allowed to grow beards while over Vietnamese waters





1975


Cover of my Dad's book of short stories titled "Under the Rainbow"



Another gf



My Dad playing guitar with himself in this double exposure. Photography master







Tijuana 1976. My Dad with yet another pretty girl...



Philippines 1969. Enough said

Walden

"How vigilant we are! determined not to live by faith if we can avoid it; all the day long on the alert, at night we unwillingly say our prayers and commit ourselves to uncertainties. So thoroughly and sincerely are we compelled to live, reverencing our life, and denying the possibility of change. This is the only way, we say; but there are as many ways as there can be drawn radii from one centre. All change is a miracle to contemplate; but it is a miracle which is taking place every instant. Confucius said, "To know that we know what we know, and that we do not know what we do not know, that is true knowledge." When one man has reduced a fact of the imagination to be a fact to his understanding, I foresee that all men at length establish their lives on that basis."

Michael Garlington

I think I've already blogged about Garlington, but I love his work so much I'm gonna do it again. Local Petaluma photographer, my FAVORITE. I pine for my art to express the same feel as his photography.

My friend Trevor in one of his shots:

Troy Lovegates

Not too into graffiti art, but I like him.

All My Friends Are Dead

New reads

I walked into the lobby of my apartment the other day to find a stack of books. Turns out, some amazing human being left a goldmine of great novels for anyone's taking, a pass on the knowledge type of idea I suppose. Now I feel like I need to contribute to the Oak apartment community, maybe I'll leave a gnome or two down there, or a six pack. Either way, I got away with THESE!!!



Favorite. My first official copy!







SO excited to read





Maud Locksley Hall and other poems by Alfred Lord Tennyson

My favorite stanzas...

I have led her home, my love, my only friend,
There is none like her, none.
And never yet so warmly ran my blood
And sweetly, on and on
Calming itself to the long-wished-for end,
Full to the banks, close on the promised good.

None like her, none.
Just now the dry-tongued laurels’ pattering talk
Seem’d her light foot along the garden walk,
And shook my heart to think she comes once more;
But even then I heard her close the door,
The gates of Heaven are closed, and she is gone.

There is none like her, none.
Nor will be when our summers have deceased.
O, art thou sighing for Lebanon
In the long breeze that streams to thy delicious East,
Sighing for Lebanon,
Dark cedar, tho’ thy limbs have here increased,
Upon a pastoral slope as fair,

And looking to the South, and fed
With honeyed rain and delicate air,
And haunted by the starry head
Of her whose gentle will has changed my fate,
And made my life a perfumed altar-frame;
And over whom thy darkness must have spread
With such delight as theirs of old, thy great
Forefathers of the thornless garden, there
Shadowing the snow-limbed Eve from whom she came.