Christmas 2010

Through all the sadness and heartache that has occured for me this year, I was a witness to true love, loyalty, and importance of family.  And for this, I praise God.

Pavements and Palm Trees in the Sky

(I figured it would happen again.  Pretty much like clock work.  It is at this time of the year I can do nothing but wrestle with my adversary.)

I could see nothing but the silhouettes of palm trees in the sky.  I fought the urge say out loud how beautiful it was.  Of course, I lost and whispered "It's beautiful, God."  In my own way I thanked God for it.  I always knew He was the one who painted it.  I wondered if there will ever be sunsets like the ones on the West Coast.  Does God paint in New York, too?

(It was my adversary who told me to put my camera away so it wouldn't get stolen.  If I would have kept it hidden away, no one would be able to see the beauty I had seen).


The air moved around me and through me.  It was going to be a cold night.  I wanted to feel cool air.  I wanted to be prepared.  If God takes me East, I want to be ready.  No bone chill would keep me from a dream.  But was the dream mine, or His?

(I had to be selfish.  It was my time to grow.  I should think of no one but myself.  It's my life and no one will keep me from living it.)

There are no palm trees there.  They don't float in the sky.  What type of trees flow through the sky in the East?  Red trees, orange trees, green and yellow trees.  Their leaves drop down on pavements with colors not found where the palm trees grow.

(What am I doing? Everyone is staring. Stop snapping away you idiot.  The world isn't yours to capture.)

I am either extremely full of myself or extremely self-conscious.  I would like to think I am full myself because I have no desire to be self-concious.





(Dear Adversary,

I am sorry you keep losing.  Maybe next year we will meet again, between the Hudson and East Rivers.

Truly Yours)

I Could Live in Hope

He layed in his room, stoned in the mess he created.  There were no torture devices, only blood.  It was difficult to comprehend what it all meant.  He should have known it was coming.  Too tired to try to fix it.  Images were moving, and he had to see what they were doing.  It was the family, cannabis, and the intrigue of their motives that moved around him.  It was the strings of the violin and the voice of a heroin that flowed through his veins.  He couldn't move.  He just wanted to take in the beauty that he felt.

It was at this time in a man's life when he realized that in order to become a better person he must first overcome his sin of laziness.

The Canyon Night Hike

11-10-2010

In a daze through the night, walking among the trees under a dark sky.  Journey to the rocks and lay next to the river.  Stare at the stars, and wonder about God, the angels, and heaven.

My br

Monique and Patrick Get Married

 It was a gorgeous day for my cousin Monique to marry her boyfriend Patrick of two years.  They were both absolutley stunning.  This was the first big event I ever photographed, and I am so grateful to God that these pictures came out the way they did.  Enjoy.

To Be in the Life of an Insecure Man

She saw an insecure man

Hanging his damp clothes to dry

She saw his movements through melodies

And the sporadic beats of his soul

She loved the teeth of his smile

No matter how crooked their path

She saw the paintings on his wall

Of many memories in color

She saw what it meant to mean something

To be in the life of an insecure man

San Francisco

"San Francisco is one of the great cultural plateaus of the world~ one of the really urbane communities in the United States~ one of the truly cosmopolitan places and for many,many years, it always has had a warm welcome for human beings from all over the world"Edward Duke Ellington