Saturday, February 23, 2013

Faith in Color

Saint Peter's Church. Don't ask me what kind of christianity they practice here. My boss Gwenn was receiving an award from an alzheimer's program that is based out of this church.
She's an amazing individual that deserves far more recognition. An award is a good start.
This was by far the most modern church I've ever been to. The design of the place was just out there.
Lots of seemingly random art, security guards, floors with names like The Sanctuary Level.
It was a grand and bizarre place with swooping spiral staircases.
Power of religion is enormous and fascinating, but also confusing and weird.

I didn't make this one black and white because of the strange bright patterns on the pillows of the pews. I also love that there is a picture in the far corner over there.

This is Gwenn and one of her favorite members of her alzheimer's group.

And this is me trying to get candid shots of Gwenn and some co-workers after being inspired by street photography the night before.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Underground Music

I came up from the lower depths of Grand Central station and heard this beautiful live jazz music. Any music that catches my attention I will always go see. It's good to take some time out and just listen to music. This lady sure knows what's up.

And then this guy with a guitar ninja'd up on me. Had no idea he was right there. He started to sing during the long ride between 59th st and 125th on the A train. My spanish is limited. I can only catch that the song was about his Love and his longing to be with her.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

The Streets

I've always been intrigued by street photography. I mean...who isn't?
It's random, untethered, frantic, unpredictable. A beautiful new friend of mine, Kim sent me a video of a photographer named Mel DiGiacomo. His seminar was about Street photography and how HE in particular goes about doing it. He likes to get up and close with a short lens. In the thick of it.
He went over his photos and explained how each happened, the lighting, the gear, the randomness.
Some people asked about how to go about engaging people you don't know and THEN try to convince them to have their picture taken by you.
His only answer was that each individual has to develop their own style or personality. Their own method.

Being from New york and living in the area, you tend to get jaded by the filth and congestion of the city. I always thought it was pointless to take photos in the city, because nothing is beautiful. There's no nature. Nothing to marvel at in its natural beauty. Too much congestion. Cars, lights, people, ads, air pollution, dog shit, the homeless, drug pushers, junkies, and tall tall buildings.
The day after watching the video I went out to the city(where I work) with my camera hung high on my chest, at the ready. For the first time I focused the lens on people. Changing what I look at. The distance between people. How they are dressed. Facial expressions. The shape of their body. The shape of the situation. I started to become hyper aware of my surroundings. Just as if I was walking through a beautiful forest. In tune with the air. Framing and cropping the flora and skies at a slow steady pace.
But here, the situation is changing constantly. People everywhere with their own agendas, coming and going. In the forest, you can find calm within yourself, making connecting to your surroundings easier. In the city, not even the buildings are still, being torn down and rebuilt constantly. Everything is always changing, keeping you on your toes.
I felt excited. It felt a bit dangerous, pointing the camera at people I don't know. What if they catch me? How will I explain myself? What if they want it deleted? What if they come at me(bro)?
Well...I thought..I'll deal with that when the time comes. To be honest, it's so much fun that I don't even care. I know how to defend myself and I also know how to smile and make friends. I'm much better at making friends, though.

Mel DiGiacomo said that all street photographers are thieves.
He's right. You're taking and framing moments that some may not want recorded. Often without consent. For our own selfish needs to capture an interesting moment.

With this new eye I discovered what is beautiful in the city. The people. It has always been the people. It's all subjective. The man from Bulgaria will find beauty in the congestion and impossibly bright lights of Time Square, as the native New Yorker will avoid it like the plague. The New Yorker will see a deer upstate and marvel at its beauty as the man from Bulgaria sees a pest that terrorizes his vegetable garden.

I've less than a handful of somewhat successful shots, out of many many photos.
Yet, totally worth it. The digital age makes it oh so much easier to just fire away.
Preview, Delete, Preview, Delete. Fire away.

I've already learned alot from just going out and doing it.
I urge you to do the same, if you've ever wanted to do it but lacked the courage.
You'll find that the most interesting light comes from people.

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Thursday, February 14, 2013

A Lifeless face that you'll soon forget

Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.

We are the reckless,
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we'll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there.

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
We're setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home,
It was a flood that wrecked this home.

And you caused it

I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette,
A lifeless face that you'll soon forget,
My eyes are damp from the words you left,
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one,
'Cause most of us are bitter over someone.

Setting fire to our insides for fun,
To distract our hearts from ever missing them.
But I'm forever missing him.

And you caused it

Wednesday, February 13, 2013


This first one is right before Sandy arrived. The air was starting to stir around like I've never felt it before. Even the trees were full of anticipation. I went out quickly to record the trees waving and thought to myself, "This is going to be fucked up."

The end of day when the light is just right. When it's fleeting. Inspiration strikes my eyes.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Huntington Library

More from Huntington. The Japanese Garden:

Also from Huntington. The trellis through the rose garden.

This will most likely be the end of the Huntington Library set.
So long, until we meet again under the California sun.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Koi set

Here's a small set of 3 pics from the Huntington Library again.
This was in their breathtaking water garden. I can't believe they could even have one at all.
It's so dry and unforgiving that maintaining the water garden must be incredibly difficult, if not just straight up expensive. But, I'm glad someone decided that a water garden is a must and it has to be of the highest quality. I don't know the history of this garden but what they've done to the place is just amazing.
One day I'll visit there again. One day...

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Saturday, February 9, 2013


I found this beautiful specimen of moss at the Botanical gardens of Huntington Library, Los Angeles.
The grounds there is amazingly well kept. Top notch horticulture. One day when I retire as a grey old asian man, I'll become a docent volunteer there. Spending my golden days away in beautiful Pasadena.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

in the night

heavy heavy heart.cold and full of shadows like this...

Monday, February 4, 2013

Constitution Park

This was during a walk to my apartment from the GW bridge late one night.
This ominous orange glow really looked like this. The color isn't edited much.
The huge light source is the entrance to the bridge. A massive mecca of artificial lights glowing there every night. The thick fog makes it feel even creepier than it normally is.

About Me

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In search of myself, I flew across the country from New Jersey to Los Angeles. The universe brought me to the gates of an Ashram on top of a mountain. The mother center of Self Realization Fellowship in Mount Washington, CA. One week later I am employed as a tree pruner and gardener at the mother center. The path to finding oneself is a peculiar one. This is a record of my spiritual observations through nature and life while employed as an Ashram Gardener.