My love and passion for photography has taken me all around the world where I have been able to make my dream a reality. In another life I was feeling like a lion in a cage as I worked as a licensed real-estate broker in NYC. Although I was incredibly successful and in some ways living an amazing city life, I did not feel fulfilled nor inspired. With time I needed to explore this void and step into my true nature which is that of a creative being.
When you try to pick out anything by itself you find it hitched to everything else in the universe. Comments by John Muir regarding the Tree of life.
While working and traveling I have gotten caught up with my surroundings and like the above quote by John Muir I have found myself hitched to life and all of its colors. For the unknown artist these murals have jumped off of the walls and landed in front of me.
Where hours were spent by these amazing artist creating these master pieces, and I found myself enamored and saying to myself I have to capture and share their art. Today I am here showing you their words in colors, I am listening to their voices and I am passing it on you so you can share it with others.
After almost 3 months on the road selectively shooting everything and anything that has caught my eye. On most occasions I was lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time.
From: landmarks, bridges, signs, sunrises, sunsets, rainbows, forest fires, bikers, mountain climbers, hikers, divers, Dj’s, glider pilots, Indian story tellers, or a spiritual guide, musicians, bartenders, farmers, wild animals and topping it all off were the old friends and the new ones that I have met all along this trip that have forever changed my life.
Whether it was words or a polite gesture that stirred up a conversation, I was left with more then memories It seems that I had traded knowledge, insight and further learned the deeper understanding of life: Sometimes with out speaking as it happened while meeting a few Germans bikers, a couple of Portuguese dancers and a Spanish rodeo star crossing over the multi languages and getting asked to take another picture or sit down and enjoy a beer, a coffee or a quick joke. Normally these are the nameless, faceless shadows or outlines of people, I or we pass every day, people who come and go just as quickly.
Somewhere in the middle of the comings and goings I was touched, I was aware, and now I am home revisiting them once again.
Some of the faces that allowed me to learn about myself or capture more then just these images. It allowed me to be………………
Acapulco Mexico… Nothing seems as it is, and whatever it is seems like nothing
I am still here in Acapulco. It is May the 2nd and I don’t think I am leaving today. Wildfires, earthquakes, the pandemic together the long days and the hot sun make for 2 things.
The streets are tourist free and Mexican filled. With no care in the world, they march they go to the beach, they drive, they walk care free only thinking about today. Today I am posting some of what is going on here. In and out of town. In the smoke, in the sun, in the middle of everything the smiles, the faces of the people of Acapulco Mexico….. I wait for my exit out of here until then I will keep shooting and posting …
Paradise with a twist of fate that has delivered me here for a job and while I have been here the news of the flu, an earthquake, all while being surrounded by deep blue waters while staying at one of my best friend's parent's house. I sit here writing this entry at 2 am under canopy of the stars and starring off into the mountains and over into the sea. I sit and I think about all that is going on not only in my backyard here now, in this country as well as my own. But tonight I am happy I am alive, I am here. The happy times, the night life, the day life: This is just one day-only 24 hours in Acapulco Mexico or 7 days I cant remember!
From an amazing journey through out California and then an assignment took me here to Acapulco Mexico, which is where I am now..... more images to come later from Mexico............... Pura Vida!
This is the writen words of W.Self 1981: it describes the The Rockpile:
The Rockpile:
How many have been to this "Desert Retreat" To Train, as they sweat and curse the heat? How many have come to play the war games does anyone know, is there a record of names? How many units throughout history long before this NTC (National Training Center) Have Braved the sun. the wind, the sand, and all the rigors a soldiers must stand. So many have come and gone on their way from the time of Patton to the present day/ With Honor they fought some died to preserve the country they solemnly vowed they would serve.
And so, let's take the time to praise that unit who came in long past days to train to fight, but on a lark established a tradition by leaving it's mark.
Through years have erased their memory there still remains for all to see a mute, but living testament to those who've passed Fort Irwin through. The Rockpile stands in glorious hues. May the memory of each fighting unit infuse, each soldier with pride that this legacy will be carried on by the NTC. (National Training Center)
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