All Time is Here

We found our way to the Santa Monica pier.


There's something unique about mornings in the Los Angeles area. The skies are filled with clouds and you don't really quite know if the sun will make an appearance.


We've sort of learned to just smile and take in the moment and its breeze because before you know it, here comes the sun. Do do do do...


Then you might find yourself in a predicament such as ours, one where the sun has convinced you that all you need is love and not a bit more careful application of sunscreen.


A bit sunkissed but certainly filled with adventure bliss, I remind myself that this is the moment I've been waiting for. I am present to a steady flow of motion and I am on deck.


On this boardwalk I felt all sorts of feels. This pier is the everything lackluster of carney rides and tourist temptations, but there's more to the story. I could sense that the weathered and trodden wood of the pier itself had soul. After all, it's the end of route 66, what rich history my path seems to keep crossing.
I felt the spirit of something greater than time and the breeze of the ocean. For that I am filled with gratitude.

Wells to Fill

Cafe seating for an exploration of thoughts.


As I near the fill to my journal, I am grateful for the places that I put words to express the essence of thought.
I lower my bucket into this wishing well and gratefully pull up my fill of feeling alive.
It is a beautiful day. Off I go to read and enjoy my time.

Carpe writing and the great journey of expression.

Chimps and Dubstep

In the moment, you take the aligning of seemingly insignificant details as a sign.





In my case, Cheeta the Chimp led me to Space 120 to find Skrillex spinning a post Coachella set.





It was a bright and shiny consolation for the lack of sunshine and music festival fun in my weekend.

Thank you Cheeta the Chimp.

What's in those Wings?

Cafe seating and thoughts of the day. It has been beautiful.


A familiar scene from my past was the passing of Red Bull girls. It brought me back to a time that I chased them eagerly across my college campus. There's nothing quite like the illusion of wiiings to get through the throws of midterms and finals.


Instead of taking a bit of the over-energizing elixir, I more curiously took their leaflet of info on Red Bull. I am driven by my curiosity of promotions and the interesting ways of marketing.
I chuckled at the page that said:
What's It Really Made Of??

Repeat after me my favorite ingredient of the day!

Glucuronolactone.

Say it five times quickly, switch on, flip off, and explode.

Naturally occurring of course, natural wings. Hehe

Sharing a Memory

At times we are moved to tell again the stories that come from seemingly random places. I speak of those who pass by, share their tale, and move along. It's something in the air, a true emotion emitted that lingers. It may paint an image, or it might altogether represent an entire existence, a living memory.
This was my experience with a small question about a tattoo, and the life of Galbi. In Hebrew on the wrist of his partner of 25 years, Galbi still lives. Thus came my introduction to Ofra Haza. So here's she is in her arab pop glamour and glitz.

A whole different life story was shared with me, that of this pop princess who died quite young. She was a mezzo-soprano, wow. She was an Israeli born pop singer inspired by her Yemeni Jewish culture. She somewhat musically bridged Arab and Jewish culture and had much success in her time. She quietly passed away of AIDS related pneumonia at the age of 42 and only after her death did her HIV status become known. She was a beloved artist and shocked a culture in mourning with this news.
I can only come to this conclusion in speculation, but when this man with the 'Galbi' tattoo on his wrist told me this story, I feel like this may be the bond that was shared. Himself and his partner adored Ofra Haza. His partner loved the song Galbi so much that it affectionately became his nickname. The man quietly told me that with this tattoo he lives on. I promised to look into it a little more to give proper life to the memory.
I found that Galbi translates to My Love, how well suited for the story.
Cheers to your memory Galbi and to you as well Ofra Haza. Such is the seemingly coincidental flow of energy.

Digging into the Now

It was 11:11 when I was grounded to the present moment and decided to post a bit of the motion of the thought ocean.


Any moment is the best moment for reflection.

This week I feel myself taking grip of connections, thoughts, actions, and fruition of intention in even the most seemingly coincidental ways. Life is a beautiful synchronous being and I choose to explore and enjoy it's many musical whims of syncopation.

Being that this present moment is all part of the whole experience, I will take this moment to honor a beautiful place that I have seen.


From a bridge in a park this cityscape was a very alive view. Within it whims of counterculture teem and create all sorts of inspiring things and places.


Some to nourish and inspire the soul. Daily juice has such a lovely vibe, genuine offering, and hopefully a presence that continues to grow.

To share in the joy check out their site:
www.dailyjuice.org

What I love about this adventure is that it inspired my mind's eye to envision future gardens and patios for the restaurant of my dreams.


Looking at this lovely scene of Shady Grove I was reminded of my love for trees and the live oaks that live within me as love oaks of inspiration. These roots of passion inspired what will one day be the hoaks garden.

I can only document the idea and you will have to trust that time will embody and shape the sculptures of my vision.
Such are New Mexico sculptures of thoughts.


The syncopated synchronicity of my driven journey will orchestrate such compositions of creativity.
I live to give my inspiration roots.

Thinking of Art & Adventures

Sepia toned loving of the Paul Getty Museum of Art in Los Angeles.


I am revisiting this day that inspired me with it's art and adventures.



Every view and bit of this building was a work of art in itself and was constructed to frame each image with architectural elegance and love. We took four tours through the architecture, the gardens, Asian art, and Impressionism and still so much was yet to be explored.


What a labyrinth to speak to the soul and open the inner windows of the heart.


These are only a few of my iPhone images...I'll save the rest for the moments that speak artistically and need an inspired outlet through images of art.


May I recommend ending such adventures with the best tofu pad Thai, hot jasmine tea, and a coffee bubble tea for dessert. Of course these are best when shared with love. Oh deep gratitude, each moment is present.

Crazy Coconut

A Thai young coconut to inspire and to explore.





Still life is a great way to explore motion. I try to remember that life's many filters change our experience and each moment is very much only our own. We strive to be together in what is so heavily individual. Ah, let it be.





I figure if we see the many filters then we can perceive experience without personalizing it, without owning it.





In focus or in blur I like the concept of going beyond that of perception's bounds and navigating through a culmination of all experience, a navigation of the many filters and pictures we can create.





I like to dream up visions and express them vibrantly through all that I do. May it vibrate and reciprocate and maybe one day the change I wish to see in the world will come back to me.





For now, I'm just here with this coconut.