Juice Break
One day, she will be the president or a neurosurgeon. Until then, a juice break.
Light Riff
At the carnival, I made believe my camera was a painter’s brush…or the conductor’s baton.
For the Zen Assassin
I know exactly how Andy Warhol felt.
While eating a mediocre hamburger at a diner, this ubiquitous container of ketchup caught my attention. It seemed so dignified, there beside the bowl of creamers and grape jelly. Like a car accident (or a nude Brad Pitt on fire) I could not look away. Luckily, I had my camera. This, my friends, is art!
Blurry Ain’t Blah
Maybe it has something to do with my love for Monet, but I like blurry photos.
Blue Night
Cajun Kiss
Orange Slush
Full Circle
What makes you feel young again?
I wasn’t your usual kid. The carnival didn’t impress me. It was dusty and loud. The rides seemed unsafe. Except for cotton candy, the food was forgettable. But for a photographer, the carnival is a treasure chest. Neon lights. Smiling children. The scarred faces of carnies. Stuffed animals and rubber duckies. It’s all visual cotton candy! I snap pictures incessantly, hopping and skipping like the normal kid I finally have become at 46.
Blogging Koan
It took me eight, long hours to choose a name for my blog that would sound spontaneous, thus achieving the opposite of Zen.
Enso Monkey 