grief

i don’t do much writing of poetry anymore.  i’m not good at it and i’m not moved to it.  but a recent experience drove me to it.  i thought i’d keep it private; but when it comes to this topic i’ve kept so many secrets that i’m unable to hold it anymore.  so for the few who grace the pages i offer my grief today.  (see full entry)

eulogy

is that you are alive 
which forces

Voluntourists

A while back I went down to New Orleans to shoot a group of volunteers who were helping to rebuild houses after Katrina.  It was an amazing experience and one that really showed me what kind of photography I wanted to do, and what kind of work I wish I could continue.  Two of the women I met are continuing on their service quest; but need your help –

Rock of Love 2: Am I Ashamed?

So here’s the thing.  I’m a Rock of Love fan.  I never really liked Poison as a band, ever - didn’t fall for “every rose has its thorn” and “talk dirty to me” didn’t make me swoon.  I didn’t think Brett Micheals was all that and … you know all that; but in this strange world of reality shows where famous people search for love en masse requesting people to compete for their hand (note