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I'm a photographer, editor, designer, writer and Photoshopper and arguably, a guitar player now living in the Pacific Northwest. My wife is amazing. We have two cats, no kids. The moon is my planet, I love rain, good, strong coffee and a Gibson ES-335.

door knob



door knob, originally uploaded by visualkaos.

So, Sunday afternoon Linda and I were driving around town, nursing hangovers from a holiday dinner and cocktail celebration hosted by her boss at Flemming’s in Woodland Hills the night before and doing some grocery shopping and Christmas shopping.
We decided that we should make our first stop of the season at the Green Thumb nursery out in Newhall.
Green Thumb, as anyone in California knows, transforms itself every year around Christmastime from a gardeners paradise where you can get anything from houseplants to orange trees to picnic tables, to Christmas nirvana.
Passing through Newhall on the way there we passed by William S. Hart Park, as we have so many times before, except for some reason this time, we didn’t pass by, we pulled in.
I’ve lived in this valley for 10 years now and I never knew that William S. Hart park is the former home and ranch of the silent film cowboy star and director and sits on 265 acres of beautiful, hilly countryside.
When the old man died in 1946, he willed the property, the mansion he built there and all the western and indian artifacts he collected to the County of Los Angeles.
I did know that a small herd of buffalo live there.
OK, technically they’re bison but every cowboy movie I ever saw had indians worshiping and living off the massive herds of buffalo that once packed themselves on the the plains where interstate highways now pollute, defile and otherwise mess up.
I photographed the buffalo, some chickens, goats and other barnyard dwellers and I took this photo of the entryway to one of the old structures on the grounds.
I swear the first thing I thought of when I walked by was, “I wonder how many people have passed through that doorway? How many hands have grabbed that door knob?”
I know, I can be pretty pedestrian sometimes.

Oddly incongruous, dissimilar juxtaposition

pug.jpg, originally uploaded by visualkaos.

At least two things happened today that were just kind of weird.

First, I was listening to a podcast of a Neko Case concert recorded by NPR at the 9:30 Club in Washington D.C. in April, 2006.
Between songs she was bantering back and forth with one of the other musicians in the band and at one point she said, “I could still get arrested after eating macaroni and cheese.
“I wasn’t paying that much attention so I didn’t actually get the context of this comment but that statement, that she could still get arrested for eating macaroni and cheese, for some reason just kind of recalibrated my ears.
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May, 1977, Miami, FL


May, 1977.
Miami.
Although it’s early May and it’s not quite noon yet, it’s already blisteringly hot.
In a second floor room of a run-down Holiday Inn worn thin by too many spring-breakers from the snowy north and rock bands touring the southern circuit, Tom twists in a shabby, hard arm-chair wedged into the corner of the room. He fingers the dials on his Canon TX SLR camera.
The two double-beds in the room have had their mattresses moved off the box springs and placed on the floor to make 4 double beds.
Enough room for six, rather large, African-American men and one skinny, soon-to-be-diabetic, 20-year-old white man to sleep.
Outside, the Florida sun bakes the stairwell, parking lot and the beach beyond. It must be 95 degrees with 95% humidity out there.
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Cat belly lovers


I’m so easily distracted.
I have too many things that I’m trying to do or learn how to do at any given time. I get wrapped up in one thing and then something else shiny catches my eye and I’m off.
I could list a ton of things here (commuting, working full-time, learning Flash, learning Action Script, polishing my Photoshop skills, playing guitar, going to the gym, blogging, trying to finish my movie on Auschwitz, that I have to learn Final Cut to do, shooting photos, shooting video … sleeping) but I won’t.
So I started posting photos on Flickr just over a year ago.
At first I posted one or two then weeks would go by before I would even visit the site.
Distracted again.
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