Family in Red and Buddha on a ledge

This is a photo from earlier this year I just happened to stumble across

that I enjoy and thought I'd share.

Around a month later to that photo I had hiked to the top of a very distant waterfall/gorge trail. There are these rigged paths that go off toward the edge with a steep, deadly (Or highly, highly maiming to say the least!) drop towards the bottom (Okay, here are two images to attempt to show the mighty plunge downward.)

To make it to the top I found myself panting and working quite a sweat, it's not a mountain but it sure feels like one when you're grabbing onto tree roots and pulling yourself upwards. I usually sit beside the bank overlooking the valley in which you can see out for miles. A family of vultures live within the ridges of the shale crevices. You can often see them soaring above, hoping that you'll be their next meal. The banks and shale ledges give in and pieces fall quite often as they obviously give away over time, So I was quite surprised to notice a tiny Buddha resting upon one of the shale overlooks. I was even more stunned that somebody was actually able and daring enough to crawl out that far and place it there. I'd never noticed it before, and wonder just who'd put it there (And if they plunged or not!) Well, I never thought I'd see Buddha on a ledge, but nonetheless, here he is.

A trip past the gumball machine

Please don't mind the harsh quality.

It reminds me of a moment thumbing through some pages in a shop, only to find this
advertisement/set of symbols ;)
hmmm..

Coming Down

Lucifer Falls [06/2009]

This photo was taken on 06/01/2009 among the beautiful trail of 'Lucifer Falls' in upstate NY for a series of photos. This shot came to be my favorite amongst the others. Seek and you shall find the rest of the photographs in the series! I stayed in my car and just could not sleep at all. I was out and about at what were personally considerably early hours, especially having gone without any sleep and had found myself led to this great place. No strip malls, nor cell phone billboards to be seen. That's what, a rarity now?

Fun note: Lucifer is a word that was used for friction match, and also through old story and culture means "The Light Bearer." Can't we all go and stop being afraid of certain words now? ;)
"Lucifer Falls" think about that one for a while. The bearer of light can be seen as the bearer of knowledge, holder of information... Prometheus?
Check this out: Lucifer falls: Fire on the water. I won't even begin to go into symbolism and word play (just yet) as I am learning much, much myself, But I feel it is keen and a must for many to get back to the roots of language, deception and perception. Plus it can be fun and damn interesting!

Climbing skills were taken to thin air on this shot.Climb whenever you have the chance to.

The Big Parade- Photo Essay

There's something strange... in the neighborhood.
A photo "essay" of The Big Parade, 05/27/2009.
(Click each thumb for a larger version)

Here is a glimpse of "b-side" photos from the event, that would otherwise just be discarded
[Either too blurry, 2nd take. Some of these came out funner/livelier than the originals, though.]

Comments or grievences?

''Carpet Fours''

There's A Mind Sale Going On

Name Which King

The Spell Of A Prayer

Rough draft copy. 'Shall possibly be spruced up, but since it is only three minutes or so old, Here's the "off the head(out the mind) version:

In the light of things, I’m not the only one whose feet caught up beneath
Enamored by the consequence, They sealed the papers within a cell.
She drank, He shot, Armed to the chest but not their teeth
Burning each page alive, They tried, but nothing can fade a spell.
Yeah, the branches were sore and couldn’t brace a bird
The ground stubborn, caving in, no plains or mountains anymore
The oceans over risen, the preacher fooled his word
I tore the walls and frames and sides down, No shelter, space or door.


A thousand towns all sinking, though many could simply not tell
Burning themselves alive, they tried, but could not fade the spell.
Yes, I saw myself in the mirror without a face
I looked on down a thousand yards into the wishing well.
Unmarked prayers and consequence all thrown in with an attached buck
Some wanted love, some death, and healing while some just wanted a fuck.
The skins of tattered faces floated alongside each petty retort
I tried to smile but couldn’t, because I don’t believe in luck.

The stars still shined while Alabama sunk in
Kansas drifted downward so far
I picked up the phone to dial the congressman
But his brain was stuffed into a jar
My feet were damp, and getting sore
My shoulders becoming worn from the flames
I tried to find boots and an overcoat
But the only bargain was a soul, what a shame.

A dangling key straddled the clouds,
But nobody’s hands could dare reach
Some charged for seminars upon where to get the best ladder
Others searched for faces to keep.
Grains of sand blew beyond billboards in the rough
I asked “Is this heaven or hell?”
I passed a sign surrounded by barbed wire
“ATTEMPT: You cannot fade the spell.”

This is how you dry socks in the city