must go on standing

present

tell me something new.

optimism

resistance.

The sky growled at me.
Commanded my attention roaring in from my right side.
Black billows and gray ghosts.

I only wanted simmer and sun,
The tingle of energy pulsing through my iridescent skin.
A swift stretch towards the sky,
Body sprawled on a hippie’s blanket… a father’s memento.

As I dreamed of glistening skin and squinting eyes-
Then called the clouds.
I hear you!
I hear your moaning exhale and feel your callous wind.

It’s just so selfish to ruin something so beautiful.

Disco

This time it'll be different.

share

inside out

There is no life I know to conquer with pure imagination. Living there, you'll be free if you truly wish to be.

winning.

I sleep with my door open because I don't care. It's a bright mellow morning. Ass half covered in sheet slowly melting into my body. A serpent in my sleep. I don't care if the sun calls my attention each fifteen minutes with a lazy gaze. The sheets are too inviting. I float atop a cloud, a dream, a simmer of morning in each sinking exhale. At times I dream I rise to you. A bareback shielding each long lash from the croaking sun. It's a shape I've come to like, love in fact. Each finger urges to touch, to scale but are incapable. My eyes have betrayed and not woken from their gluttonous sleep. I awake to what I knew all along. The sun and I are pals this morning and share it wrapped in clouds and sheets and dreams. Nothing but air can keep me here.

time stands still....

Steps

I'm going to try to post some of my favorite shots of the past two/three years. A little cleansing process for me and a little enjoyment for you.

It's been a beautiful ride.

I'm back.