similar hues?

i very much like this sort of thing

courtesy of harry malt, artist via the selby, voyeur extraordinaire

between november 10th and 11th

tonight the moon is quite bright. it illuminates the normally blindingly dark path from the alley to the door. all the stars have a faint and subtle hint of blue, piercing though the crisp and still air. it is funny yet startling, how the weather, something so mundane, beautiful, and cliché to discuss, can affect ones mind, body, and heart. the way the sharpness of a cold clear night air evokes the urge to bundle underneath your warmest blanket and to never move again, to scrutinize every choice you have ever made, and to finally accept the soreness of your joints. or how it can inspire night walks, down a deserted street, through a deserted park, under a deserted gazebo, where you feel paranoid, yet free with every click from the heel on your boot, through a once familiar city. upon returning through the eerily silent streets, searching for the light through the gap between the door and the porch, where the substitue for warmth resides, my mind lingers, but more accurately, returns, as always, to thoughts of you.

going to a town

new york city, center of the universe, times are shitty, but it could be worse. or something along those lines. the latest trip from "home" was to nyc. saw some stuff, ate some stuff, listened to some stuff, drank some stuff, photographed some stuff, and on and on, forever and ever, amen.

stuff #1: statue of liberty

stuff #2: old subway cars, apparently they just get dumped out at sea

stuff #3: the brooklyn bridge

stuff #4: this photo doesn't exactly translate how i wished it would, but the way the light hit her hand and cane brought out every wrinkle and crack beautifully

stuff #5: reflections of the moma

stuff #6: it panes me

stuff #7: the park
wish i was still there now

two at a time

an in progress list of a manifestation of my state of mind via tunes, by real artists:

"atlanta" & "love in ruins" by french kicks
"sentimental heart" & "change is hard" by she & him
"hanging high" & "dance dance dance" by lykke li
"godspeed" & "trying my best to love you" by jenny lewis
...and for good measure
"all i need" & "how to disappear completely" by radiohead
"a line allows progress, a circle does not" & "i will be grateful for this day" by bright eyes

ho ritornato qui

[one year ago. nothing and everything has changed]

"sentimental heart" by she & him

cried all night till there was nothin' more
what use am I as a heap on the floor?

heaving devotion but it's just no good
takin' it hard just like you knew I would
oh, oh, old habits die hard
when you got, when you got a sentimental heart
piece of the puzzle
and you're my missing part

oh, what can you do with a sentimental heart?

solitary confinement

[trying to adjust to my new found alone time]

i'd prefer not to rant...

...but the anger that rises inside my body just may take over and flow right out of my fingertips, onto the keyboard, through the internet, out of the computer screen and into your retinas and corneas and any other part of your eyeball that allows you to read. i don't like to get political, but i just can't seem to wrap my mind around the fact that people are even considering voting "yes" on proposition 8. why should some be denied the same rights as others? could you imagine if you didn't have the option to be with the person you love with your whole heart? it would kill you, and it kills me to think that people are trying to take that away from some of my dearest, most fantastic, and most genuine friends.

a photo from berlin gay pride, a day full only of love and happiness

i know what i have said is nothing new, provocative, or articulate. i could write pages upon pages of reasons as to why i feel the way i do about this "issue" (even though it shouldn't be one). i just hope the right decision is made, please vote no on 8. to quote my best friend who said to a recently engaged couple who is promoting yes on 8: "congratulations on being engaged. maybe i will be too one day. we've been together 3 years. how long have you been with your fiancé?"

vote no on prop 8

ciao

went north/slightly west

in the backseat

not so long ago we took a spontaneous roadtrip to monterey. we drove the up the cliffy coast, we drove down through the dry, hot flatland. and as we traveled both directions, the conversations drifted toward a subject that seems to be the topic of the times. the topic that recently i encounter everytime i chat with a friend of the same gender and age. the topic being that of love, relationships, marriage, and children (or in my case pets). and as teal asked us questions of our ideal significant others, and weddings, and first dance songs, and names for offspring (or pets), we answered. i tried to answer carefully, precisely, for, i think i have a decent imagination. but i couldn't help but be distracted; when did we grow up?

complementary habitatis that betsi, or john smith, having just explored the new world

teal and betsi, my dear traveling partners

ciao, and good day

good golly

it is still freakishly hot here in CA. may i remind you, mother nature, that it is mid-october.

hence the sans pants
ciaaaaaaaao

celebrate

with the ones that you love. birthdays abound in my realm. okay, maybe just two.

happy quarter of a century of being alive leonard

dessert first vegan chocolate peanut butter cupcakes

nutella-stache, better than real staches, in my opinion

he knows what the ladies like, trevor richard lloyd

and he has the skills to prove it

in case being artists doesn't work out, they have a duo act in the works
an intimate affair, my 22nd birthday

overexposure perhaps?
ciao

a black and white kick

to end all professional film photography kicks. two rolls, seventy dollars. puts a damper on the wallet, but money is no object when it comes to art! right?

backyard beverage

everything but the bathroom sink

morning bike ride alongside the tracks

ciao darlings

sweet things

the simplest joy that the little kritters bring to our lives; their unconditional love is inspiring.

paul and beverly leslie

lacie and me

"bobcat," neighborhood kitten

an allergic trevor and ari

ciao

dusk on the central coast

it's a beautiful sight to behold, the rolling hills that eventually run into the ocean, the tree appears, only to become a silhouette, yet the wires never disappear

i'm listening

to this right now. i particularly love the xylophone usage. and especially the song titled "death to los campesinos!"

easily overwhelmed

my daily regimen of searching for and discovering inspirational things seems to be more hurtful than helpful; i become overwhelmed with possibilities, aesthetics, and seemingly more intriguing people and things that i feel i can never compete with... so rather than trying to compete i simply don't. this is not how i wish to lead my life, so i'm going to try to just do what i do and hope it's satisfying, and, if i can venture to be optimistic, maybe even good.

[self portrait circa '06, still applicable]

alternate means, part one

tandem bicycle, one of many alternative ways to get around town

my friend kyle can go it alone, but two at a time is ideal

ciao ciao loves

reminds me

of yesterday. woke up to the thunder of a sweet summer storm.

ciao

sun flares, summer scheming

from berlin to california, can you feel the heat?

[kelly]
berlin memories
our own shadow puppets in the park
front yard hedge
so long, farewell [cassie]
always a blur [trevor]
when the air cools down, the dancing gets hot
new house
old ghosts
ciao ciao