Monday, April 27, 2009


In my solitude you haunt me
With reveries of days gone In my solitude you taunt me
With memories that never die

I took these shots at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery, and it took me awhile to decide what would go well with these shots. It just came to me while humming "In My Solitude" by Billie Holiday in the shower. I thought the words fit these shots perfectly.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009


My Spider and excerpts from
"The Spider and the Fly" by Mary Howitt written in 1829"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly..
"Oh no, no" said the little Fly "to ask me is in vain. For who goes up your winding stair can never come down again!"...
"Sweet Creature!" said the Spider "you're witty and you're wise, How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!"....
How very soon this silly little Fly , Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue- Thinking only of her crested head-poor foolish thing! At Last, up jumped the cunning Spider and fiercely held her fast.
And now dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly, flattering words I pray you never give heed;
Unto an Evil counselor, close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.

So what does all this talk of spiders and flies have to do with you? Be warned, my sweet bloggers, and know that spiders are not the only hunters and bugs are not the only victims. Take what transpired to the fly to heart, or you might well find yourself trapped in some schemer's web!

Tell me what do you think of my Spider?

Saturday, April 18, 2009


How Often We Forget All Time, When Lone
Admiring Nature's Universal Throne;
Her Woods-Her Wilds-
Her Mountains-The Intense Reply of Her's
To Our Intelligence
Stanzas By Edgar Allan Poe
My Photography

Thursday, April 16, 2009

The Raven

The Raven...By Edgar Allan Poe, Photography by Me
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore..
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore"

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word did he out pour...

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!-prophet still if bird or devil!"..
Leave my loneliness unbroken,...
Take thy beak from out my heart and take thy form from off my door!"
Quote the Raven, "Nevermore!"

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting...
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamp light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor;
Shall be lifted-nevermore!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

John Trudell

A Very Great Man
"I am just a Human Being trying to make it in a world that is very rapidly losing it's understanding of Being Human"

John Trudell is one of my heros. Activist and spoken word artist John Trudell is known for his eloquence and his ability to move people with his words. As a leader of the American Indian Movement of the 1960s and 1970s, Trudell took on the U.S. government’s treatment of Native people, focusing national attention on Indian issues. In response, the FBI kept a watchful eye on Trudell and created a 17,000-page dossier on his activities. From the FBI "He is extremely eloquant and therefore extremely dangerous"

After his family died in a suspicious fire in 1979, Trudell left organized politics and began to write poetry, soon after he put his words to music. Please go to or his myspace for more about his life and you will be amazed. He tries to make the government and all of society realise the harm we are doing to ourselves. His poetry and word inspire me and I hope they will make you think also:

The Great Lie is that it is civilization. It's not civilized. It has been the most blood thirsty, brutalizing system ever impossed on this planet. That is not civilization, that is the Great Lie. Or, if it does represent civilization, and that is truely what civilization is, then the Great Lie is that civilization is good for us!~ John Trudell

Crazy horse, we hear what you say, one earth, one mother.
One does not sell the earth that others walk upon
We are the land, how do we sell our mother?
How do we sell the stars? How do we sell the air?
Crazy horse we hear what you say.
Too many people standing their ground, standing the wrong ground
Predators face, he possessed a race,
Possession, a war that does not end
Children of God feed on Children of Earth
These days people don’t care for people,
These days are the hardest,
Material fields
Material harvest

Friday, April 10, 2009

Cupid And Psyche

Oh What Blind Fool that Love Hath made me;
That my eyes behold yet do not see what is in front of thineI saw no Heaven - but in her eyes...Edgar Allan Poe"Thou was't that all to me, Love,
For which my soul did pine-"...Poe
Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom-"..Poe
And in her arms, I found repose
A calmness like I never known....Me

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Line, Lines Lines!

The Space Between The LinesStay Within The Lines
The Lines Are Our Friends
I hope you all enjoy these shots from Rosedale Cemetery. By the way, the whole "The lines are our friends" is from a commercial I remember from my childhood. So although I may be a bit eccentric, I have yet to cross the line into believing lines could befriend me.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Stone Roses

Have a flower
Doesn't it look like she's handing it right to you?
These are some shots I took at Evergreen Cemetery. It is the oldest cemetery in Los Angeles that is still in use! (I know I always provide a nerd fact in my blog) I loved taking these shots, something about stone roses...