testing...testing...one, two, three...

probando...
KEEPING A STARE

Isn't it hard? Bad for your eyes? To invent me a look? To grill me and thrill me with kindness. The daggers of love and affection, flying. The bridges. Nightfall.

And your eyes are desperate. Because reality. Because whatever important, state of dislodgment, you're in. Something painful elsewhere. Somewhere, where you forget.

Beware of tomorrow tonight, as you follow a ghost down the street. When she talks back, all the way around the block and into your silent world. With screams and dreams. Consumed.

And it goes on and on, stepping on your steps, for the rest of the effect, of the life you take.

When home is like a desert. When your imagination, overwhelms the imagination...and you lean softly, in the clouds that crowd every room you search. Find peace and ask her her name. Give her a call. And try to make sense, of surreal static. Or the speed of everything. When the planets are in your eyes.

And I practice the look and take pictures to prove it.

Being alive, alone, it's a huge victory. A winning that must celebrated daily. In a coney island of the mind, with a howl. Powerful.


convencido que estoy vivo

convencido que estoy vivo

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Monday, January 4, 2010

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

little wing...

butterflies and zebras, moonbeams. fairy tales. riding with the wind...

Sunday, December 27, 2009

antonia y leon 1954

the past returns with different names. but the love of a mother for her son, recreates itself, for you to see. look at it, 55 years of LOVE.

a little man and a woman

at the ferris wheel on the santa monica pier. a love so special, that the sun came out to say hello and stayed. she asked him for a kiss, and this is what the camera saw.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Monday, December 21, 2009

Thursday, December 17, 2009

coldwater canyon ghost


there you are.
i'd follow you anywhere.
I do.
and fast.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Thursday, November 26, 2009


25 cents, 4 pictures. new york city 1971.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Sunday, November 22, 2009

spiderweb

Walk inside the liars store and buy myself another unnecessary scratch and sniff heart, run into the traffic going uphill...eavesdropping in the wind, for the engine of the loyal black car...clapping with the old rods, to unsung songs and road burn.

Saturday, November 21, 2009



escandalo.
tanto tiempo en el escandalo de la vida.
nadie lo debe saber.

ichaso