Winners APA San Francisco competition

Award winner APA National Competition

White Outdoor Campaign

More publicity from PDN, I'll take it. 

Try to say something nice

The practice of letting go is spiritually invigorating; thank you Polaroid.

"If everything that exists has a place, place too will have a place"; thanks a lot Aristotle.

"Behind the Lens," PDN, July 2008

Are you looking at me? Are you looking at me? Or, are you looking at the light reflecting off of me?

This boy would look at his future directly in the eyes. Doesn't look that much different than yesterday, he thought. 

Some of these kids act like they've already lived their lives, that whatever lies ahead is already known, their faces melancholic.

"Rebirth: You're lounging on a magnificent balcony open to the starry sky, divine music is playing with such exquisite perfection you can hardly stand it, when all of a sudden something terrible occurs: the magical sounds break up into an obscene cacophony. What is happening? Are you dying? You could put it that way. That awful noise is the first scream of an infant: you. You've been born into a human body hardwired with each and every transgression from the last time around, and now  you must spend the next seventy years clawing your way back to the music. No wonder we cry." 

                                                  - John Burdett

"The future is where you and I will spend the rest of our lives."

                                                  - Criswell

"Everything comes to an end."

                                                   - Carmela Soprano

Sanctuary (southwest)

Can't afford to eat, too expensive to drive, we can still drink and pray.

"Some quantum dots are commercially available."

First of a complex entanglement of images from the southwest, which is east to me.

Jamais vu

Having just returned from a family reunion on the central coast. A core group of about 30 first and second cousins with assorted children, mates and partners that I haven't seen in years. We still gather at the old family residence, on the bay. The familiarity of the faces and voices is slightly disturbed, but undeniable. Fondness beams from the babies' faces, unspoken greetings from dead ancestors. Driving back home I always thinks it's interesting, how the landscape of the same highway looks so different when you're going in the opposite direction. Did I miss something?

He was born and raised in the west, the years of his life passing like a flash flood. Now, he can't remember the names of his grandchildren.

Between Two Births

"The vast and terrible depth."

"Of course," he said.

"The inexhaustibility."

"I understand."

"The whole huge nameless thing."

"Yes, absolutely."

"The massive darkness."

"Certainly, certainly."

"The whole terrible endless hugeness."

"I know exactly what you mean."

                          DeLillo