Color My Missives

From my favorite bar in DC last week. How many of us can say we have been to a bar where a twenty-something serves drinks to a sixty-something? Or several of them? Sure the jukebox pumps out the white stripes et al on a weekend evening, but saturday afternoon is for the true vets.

megatron must be stopped, no matter the cost.

The sun even shines on Baltimore sometimes.
A technical note about progressive scan imaging: When the camera is moving at the time of capture, there will be a noticeable shift from the top of the photograph to the bottom relative to the speed and direction that the camera is moving. In this case, 65mph […]

Thinking about the word yes this morning. It is early. The birds chirp. Should there be more sky in this picture, or more of that thinking green? It is only so often that the morning calls for this hazy contemplation - for me at least. Each breath of smoke only only carries the lift […]

Tom’s in North Hollywood is the type of place where MEN go for lunch. Mechanics, HVAC workers, delivery guys. Walkie-talkies chirped intermittently in english and spanish, and two-thirds of the customers wore some shade of blue, their names embroidered above their hearts. I wasn’t surprised when my fork was dirty–tom’s isn’t the kind of […]