Things I See

 The Power of Sex

The magazine cover comes from World War Two. The American culture used sex stories to demonize the culture they went to war on and eventually introduced the atomic bomb on to force a culture  unconditionally surrender to. I did change the word men to photographers.

I found the cover while shooting in the southwest in a almost ghost town.

Grand children in the midst of clearing out a home that was soon to become  a skeleton with no real property value. The grand parents moved  there for the hot dry climate. There father stayed in the military. He was one of the thousands in the cold war that was used as media propaganda to show that Americans are not afraid of the nuclear area during the early stages of the cold war. It was a time when the knowledge was being explored as sow super powers  demonstrated by exploding bigger bombs.

Just imagine the images of an atomic bomb going off and thousands of soldiers in the pacific standing on an distant island watching the event with sun glasses smiling. These men are now gone, resting in graves and forgotten a silent mistake behind the gift of a short life span from it.

I think in the mindset of pushing for the total domination of a different culture during world war two. The idea was a resolution of  total victory but without any goal.

In the sixties, Japan created a four cylinder care that finally beat a Cadillac up hill on a freeway known as the 405 at a location called the “grape vine”. 

The unforeseen price hike of gas caused People to do the math and discovered the country they beat had more compassion for American families by producing a better car.  A cheaper car, that ran on less gas, and a better insurance deal  that meant  one could save money for the house hold.

I wonder if war and hatred  promotes the welfare of a culture in the long run.  During the World Fair in New York, the car industry said “by the year 2000 we would have super highways and cars the fly above  the highway”.

I wish I knew the men that created this vision for the car industry.

 The Power of Sex

The magazine cover comes from World War Two. The American culture used sex stories to demonize the culture they went to war on and eventually introduced the atomic bomb on to force a culture  unconditionally surrender to. I did change the word men to photographers.

I found the cover while shooting in the southwest in a almost ghost town.

Grand children in the midst of clearing out a home that was soon to become  a skeleton with no real property value. The grand parents moved  there for the hot dry climate. There father stayed in the military. He was one of the thousands in the cold war that was used as media propaganda to show that Americans are not afraid of the nuclear area during the early stages of the cold war. It was a time when the knowledge was being explored as sow super powers  demonstrated by exploding bigger bombs.

Just imagine the images of an atomic bomb going off and thousands of soldiers in the pacific standing on an distant island watching the event with sun glasses smiling. These men are now gone, resting in graves and forgotten a silent mistake behind the gift of a short life span from it.

I think in the mindset of pushing for the total domination of a different culture during world war two. The idea was a resolution of  total victory but without any goal.

In the sixties, Japan created a four cylinder care that finally beat a Cadillac up hill on a freeway known as the 405 at a location called the “grape vine”. 

The unforeseen price hike of gas caused People to do the math and discovered the country they beat had more compassion for American families by producing a better car.  A cheaper car, that ran on less gas, and a better insurance deal  that meant  one could save money for the house hold.

I wonder if war and hatred  promotes the welfare of a culture in the long run.  During the World Fair in New York, the car industry said “by the year 2000 we would have super highways and cars the fly above  the highway”.

I wish I knew the men that created this vision for the car industry.

The Short Order Cook


I know for a fact now, that this guy can’t cook. He has all ways thought of himself as a chef of sorts. HIs 6 children won’t eat his food unless it id fast order take out. If that the case he eat their brought home faster than they can in order to have seconds.No one will stay around for burnt eggs or toast. Not even his incinerated hot dogs and burgers in-between a bun will make a dog happy of a homeless person asking for a dollar.

The Short Order Cook

I know for a fact now, that this guy can’t cook. He has all ways thought of himself as a chef of sorts. HIs 6 children won’t eat his food unless it id fast order take out. If that the case he eat their brought home faster than they can in order to have seconds.

No one will stay around for burnt eggs or toast. Not even his incinerated hot dogs and burgers in-between a bun will make a dog happy of a homeless person asking for a dollar.

Renaissance Man a Beautiful MindRocky is now a writer. Collecting his stories about his view on life.. I’ll see him next week and document his wonderful life.
Rocky is my new friend. Its not about his wisdom but rather his preparation to his end that we all  should learn. I think its about leaving a story about the person when gone.

Renaissance Man a Beautiful MindRocky is now a writer. Collecting his stories about his view on life.. I’ll see him next week and document his wonderful life.

Rocky is my new friend. Its not about his wisdom but rather his preparation to his end that we all  should learn. I think its about leaving a story about the person when gone.

Women on Pilgrimage
Belief systems are powerful. 

I’ve often wondered how one dresses relates to ritual and prayer. A group of women passing me in the intersection. The are from Southern India.

Women on Pilgrimage

Belief systems are powerful. 

I’ve often wondered how one dresses relates to ritual and prayer. A group of women passing me in the intersection. The are from Southern India.

Sidewalk Cafe Encounters
A man pleads to a tourist sitting in a sidewalk cafe in the front row. while one begs, the tourist looks past him as if he’s not there. There is no law which states that one has to feed the starving homeless in Morocco, It’s left up to the kindness of the individual who has bread on his table and enough to share. He did not share. I watched this act at this cafe four different times. Only once did they offer tea to and individual in need.The actual performance is very dramatic. Nothing like Gypsies saying it for the baby. In Morocco it’s very clear its for the asker. The performance is filled with suffering. The stench is over powering. A few times, only once did the owner chase them off. In other times they allow them to stay as everyone around you watches to see what you do.My advice if you want to go local and be like the people. Order water , drink fast and move on. Wait until your final destination of the day has ended.To order food, or mint tea is too social, and open. The public in need will invite themselves to your table for a taste, or to quench their thirst the longer you sit there.No need to worry, it’s just another encounter at a sidewalk cafe in a small town.

Sidewalk Cafe Encounters

A man pleads to a tourist sitting in a sidewalk cafe in the front row. while one begs, the tourist looks past him as if he’s not there. There is no law which states that one has to feed the starving homeless in Morocco, It’s left up to the kindness of the individual who has bread on his table and enough to share. He did not share. I watched this act at this cafe four different times. Only once did they offer tea to and individual in need.

The actual performance is very dramatic. Nothing like Gypsies saying it for the baby. In Morocco it’s very clear its for the asker. The performance is filled with suffering. The stench is over powering. A few times, only once did the owner chase them off. In other times they allow them to stay as everyone around you watches to see what you do.

My advice if you want to go local and be like the people. Order water , drink fast and move on. Wait until your final destination of the day has ended.

To order food, or mint tea is too social, and open. The public in need will invite themselves to your table for a taste, or to quench their thirst the longer you sit there.

No need to worry, it’s just another encounter at a sidewalk cafe in a small town.


The Motto of An Entrepreneur
An Entrepreneur tells me that whatever I am looking for he can get for me for a price. In a harsh life wheeling and dealing in the markets is an accomplishment.After all this man’s face was like leather that pealed beneath the desert sun. A sign of wisdom within his life time. You know I believe he could have gotten me whatever I wanted. He was the real genie in the lamp, and I let him get away.

The Motto of An Entrepreneur

An Entrepreneur tells me that whatever I am looking for he can get for me for a price. In a harsh life wheeling and dealing in the markets is an accomplishment.

After all this man’s face was like leather that pealed beneath the desert sun. A sign of wisdom within his life time. You know I believe he could have gotten me whatever I wanted. He was the real genie in the lamp, and I let him get away.

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For the Love of Cake
You can tell how much she likes her sweet cake during her sweet attack by how she holds both pieces in her hand as she savors the flavor in her mouth, and last eyes the hand which holds her future bite. All at the same time.

This photo was shot in the Ballaro area in Parlarmo Sicily. For many photographers this is not a wise place to shoot at. It’s not a place for sissy photography. 

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For the Love of Cake

You can tell how much she likes her sweet cake during her sweet attack by how she holds both pieces in her hand as she savors the flavor in her mouth, and last eyes the hand which holds her future bite. All at the same time.

This photo was shot in the Ballaro area in Parlarmo Sicily. For many photographers this is not a wise place to shoot at. It’s not a place for sissy photography. 

THE HOLY WISH

I’m putting this image up because I feel over saturated in another culture. I feel that maybe religion should be left to children. That would be to simply love a god as a child unspoiled. I’m sure she wondered how many candies she will see on her cake when she becomes old enough.In the end as all chidden do. They just make a wish and think of a birthday cake.

THE HOLY WISH

I’m putting this image up because I feel over saturated in another culture. I feel that maybe religion should be left to children. That would be to simply love a god as a child unspoiled. I’m sure she wondered how many candies she will see on her cake when she becomes old enough.In the end as all chidden do. They just make a wish and think of a birthday cake.

WHEN ALL is SAID AND DONE.    (fini)

Within the wave of sadness. I am left bobbing hopelessly behind her in an ocean of lament. I wipe my blurry eyes. She gets closer to the alter in front, his silent face looks into the Cathedral light. This actual physical moment takes place in the sector of the the church which is designed to describe what heaven is like in the bible. It’s just the physical height and space described. All cathedrals have this section build in to their structure. He looks up and locks eyes with me. “Do not cry he’s says, I’m going to have a miracle performed”. The Bishop will bless me with holy water, soon all will be right. “I will go to Punteranous today and will not have to lay there and wait for my mother to block the sun out of my face. I won’t even have to wait for her to give me a taste of that sweet mango ice icicle that melts all over my lips as I taste and feel it’s pleasant cold sensations. When I finish, I shall join in and play with other boys and race in the the wave and swim to wards the horizon and enjoy the weightless sensation and know that I am in the hands of my God forever. You see, I am his devotee ”.I stowed my camera and noticed everyone was in tears. We sat outside the church. By then time passed, and he was carried to his grandfather and there he sat silently in his grandfathers arms looking up into space. with a smile.

WHEN ALL is SAID AND DONE.    (fini)

Within the wave of sadness. I am left bobbing hopelessly behind her in an ocean of lament. I wipe my blurry eyes. She gets closer to the alter in front, his silent face looks into the Cathedral light. This actual physical moment takes place in the sector of the the church which is designed to describe what heaven is like in the bible. It’s just the physical height and space described. All cathedrals have this section build in to their structure. He looks up and locks eyes with me. “Do not cry he’s says, I’m going to have a miracle performed”. The Bishop will bless me with holy water, soon all will be right. “I will go to Punteranous today and will not have to lay there and wait for my mother to block the sun out of my face. I won’t even have to wait for her to give me a taste of that sweet mango ice icicle that melts all over my lips as I taste and feel it’s pleasant cold sensations. When I finish, I shall join in and play with other boys and race in the the wave and swim to wards the horizon and enjoy the weightless sensation and know that I am in the hands of my God forever. You see, I am his devotee ”.

I stowed my camera and noticed everyone was in tears. We sat outside the church. By then time passed, and he was carried to his grandfather and there he sat silently in his grandfathers arms looking up into space. with a smile.

Mary’s Lamentation

If you believe, just maybe something good can happen to one’s life. To believe is to have faith.

In the past year I’ve been following a religious path in my travels and teachings to process symbolic images. There is an old saying about which came first. The chicken or the egg from our childhood. You can ask the same question in regards to the biblical iconic imagery like Michelangelo’s Pieta. This is the image  of dead Jesus in the arms of Mary. What makes this so interesting to me is that one hundred years after Jesus died. Yet in the fourteenth century people are starting to interpret the the  emotion Mary must have felt for her child at death.  Michelangelo  ends up with an assignment to create a head stone that must be the most beautiful than any thing existing for the tomb of  St Peters. Michelangelo interprets the bible and produces The Lamentation of Jesus, which was a popular them in Northern Europe that portrayal of pain. This ideal gives life to the crucifixion.  In celebration we now have Holy week. MIchelangelo’s statue is a perfect illustration that tells the story of what could had been a biblical event. Today people who live in a cultures with fewer options in life  has kept the stories alive from sermons in church to readings at home with the belief that these things have happened. It is a part of their conviction. 

Within the pages of the bible that was first written one hundred years after the death of Jesus, The fourteenth century art interprets to the biblical literate and biblical   illiterate of the Lamenting Mary. In times of personal crises biblical art becomes the reference and path way for lamentation and prayer as seem of many people kneeling in prayer.  

In my image a real woman with real needs, laments while moving down the isle. She bare’s her incapacitated son in her arms in search for a miracle from her faith.


This series of images is my reportage of truth from within the town of Cartaga where farm workers and people within the town still believe that a miracle, an act from God can happen even as the world changes and still embrace the acts of faith. 

Mary’s Lamentation

If you believe, just maybe something good can happen to one’s life. To believe is to have faith.

In the past year I’ve been following a religious path in my travels and teachings to process symbolic images. There is an old saying about which came first. The chicken or the egg from our childhood. You can ask the same question in regards to the biblical iconic imagery like Michelangelo’s Pieta. This is the image  of dead Jesus in the arms of Mary. What makes this so interesting to me is that one hundred years after Jesus died. Yet in the fourteenth century people are starting to interpret the the  emotion Mary must have felt for her child at death.  Michelangelo  ends up with an assignment to create a head stone that must be the most beautiful than any thing existing for the tomb of  St Peters. Michelangelo interprets the bible and produces The Lamentation of Jesus, which was a popular them in Northern Europe that portrayal of pain. This ideal gives life to the crucifixion.  In celebration we now have Holy week. MIchelangelo’s statue is a perfect illustration that tells the story of what could had been a biblical event. Today people who live in a cultures with fewer options in life  has kept the stories alive from sermons in church to readings at home with the belief that these things have happened. It is a part of their conviction. 

Within the pages of the bible that was first written one hundred years after the death of Jesus, The fourteenth century art interprets to the biblical literate and biblical   illiterate of the Lamenting Mary. In times of personal crises biblical art becomes the reference and path way for lamentation and prayer as seem of many people kneeling in prayer.  

In my image a real woman with real needs, laments while moving down the isle. She bare’s her incapacitated son in her arms in search for a miracle from her faith.

This series of images is my reportage of truth from within the town of Cartaga where farm workers and people within the town still believe that a miracle, an act from God can happen even as the world changes and still embrace the acts of faith.