by land by air by sea

19.5.13

it's good to be

back home

on a sunday morning

near friends

writing letters again...

18.5.13

I take lunch on the balcony

and comfort

from that spec of him distant, in the water

finding home

again.

13.5.13

fine weekend...

8.5.13

today

after surf.

5.5.13

They've drifted three miles north

so strong were the waves today...
we've had to fetch them by car.

"Hey mom- we think there might be a skateboard in here"

Life, is a continual adventure when you are 14

and for that

I am in love daily....

3.5.13

5 degrees further south

but he can only think of here

his paradise

so we are standing between two worlds

right now

and I remind him that the sea

is always going to love him

2.5.13

they have their rituals

of saying goodbye...

and he walks home bravely

because there will be other waves.

29.4.13

Home...

27.4.13

Goodbye George Jones...

definitive man of country music.

no one had a story quite like yours.

George Glenn Jones was born with a broken arm in Saratoga, Tex., an oil-field town, on Sept. 12, 1931, to Clare and George Washington Jones. His father, a truck driver and pipe fitter, bought George his first guitar when he was 9, and with help from a Sunday school teacher he taught himself to play melodies and chords. As a teenager he sang on the streets, in Pentecostal revival services and in the honky-tonks in the Gulf Coast port of Beaumont. Bus drivers let him ride free if he sang. Soon he was appearing on radio shows, forging a style modeled on Lefty Frizzell, Roy Acuff and Hank Williams.

26.4.13

" The way I'm feeling today..."

John Divola

Gallery Luisotti

Santa Monica

Part of the Paris / L.A. Exhibitions

right now

(One of my favourite photographers)

P.S.

If you're lucky enough to be in L.A. right now...

Le Journal has made a special paper copy.

grab one for me please!

24.4.13

and her ship set sail...

ONE DOOR CLOSES...

ANOTHER DOOR OPENS

21.4.13

"what's the story morning glory..."

( oasis 1998 )

today

it was just us

and the egrets and sea lions taking a bath,

on our way to the airport...

19.4.13

this is my mother's smile

she was falling in love with my father...

Happy 87th Birthday

15.4.13

Alvaro

waving, not drowning...

love

Betho

13.4.13

this is what

change looks like

12.4.13

Brown

Burnt

Wild

Loud

Laughing

Surfing

Marvelous

Teenagers...

9.4.13

it's 8:20 p.m.

on the edge of the earth

the season has changed...

7.4.13

5.4.13

the place between the sea and the sky...

( salt flats, walt cotten )

2.4.13

ARID

a new magazine of desert art, design and ecology...

what better way to begin

than with Walt.

(with thanks to Siobhan)

“Walt loved landscape and space as much as he loved people. I think the natural world cured him of so many longings. The loneliness of the desert is so big, that ultimately, you find yourself. I think that is what Walt found there—something that no human being could touch.”