Sunset at 30,000 feet

To Canada to see my boy and my girl.


Totem pole

In the city of Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada

Fall like home, in Canada



Heading West, above Lake Huron at 30,000 feet

Returning to LA, tomorrow I leave for Seoul.

Silver Lake, along the sidewalk



a very rare rain front meets LA sunset

taken from my back porch

Bevis Frondish



Silver Lake life

Christmas time in LA

Sunset south of Long Beach

A short drive from my apartment in Long Beach, a long way from home.

Sunset south of Long Beach...

Sunset south of Long Beach...

Cliffs at San Clemente, CA

Taken during a hike along the cliffs
Cliffs at San Clemente, CA

This is a pretty popular surfing area.
Santa Barbara wine tasting

This was taken during Megan's birthday visit. We are at Sunstone Vineyards in the Santa Ynez Valley, outside of Santa Barbara. Of the vineyards we visted that day, I think this was my favorite.
Long Beach, home

This is where I hang my hat.
Ghost river

One of the many cement-channeled rivers running through LA and into the Pacific. I don't know the name of this river, could it possibly matter?
Ghost river

One of the many cement-channeled rivers running through LA and into the Pacific. I don't know the name of this river, could it possibly matter?
Ghost river

Installation

The flags were installed during the day as many curious people looked on. Few stopped to ask what we were doing.
Trash

One flag was made by assembling clear plastic wrappers from our garbage. This type of trash is so common, it has seemingly become a natural part of our environment.
Silk

The fabric (silk) and color (royal purple) used in this piece are both historical components of the symbolism traditionally attached to flags.
Reeds

The wind lets this flag, made of cotton fabric and reeds collected along the river, collapse toward earth as the setting sun shines through.
Leaves

The tough Rhododendron leaves collected on the island were stitched together to create this flag. One yellowed leave was used among the healthier deep green leaves.

The flags were observed by many and then by morning had met their inevitable fate at the hands of the relentless wind and the exuberant bar patrons heading home.