#audaciousmarch

I love the SoCal beach. Not the crowded, tourist-packed, summery, vacation spot you see in the movies. I love when it’s moody and dramatic. When it’s deserted and desolate with traces of the traffic of

In memories Everything seems golden Even the ordinary Even the melancholy Even decay and blight

Not all hearts are whole Some come into this world in pieces Or fracture along the way Broken hearts slip through cracks Through space and time Raw, exposed Where brave souls dwell Sowing seedlings of

I worked hard today. Really hard. I’m very proud of my main post and at the end of the day, that’s what truly matters. I also spent a lot of time searching for something to resteem. I’m modifying my metrics

Several platitudes spring to mind: “Progress Not Perfection” ~ Every self-help nook and cranny on Earth. “If you want to make god laugh, tell him about your plans.” ~ Woody Allen, adapted from an old Yiddish

Day 2 of my #audaciousmarch wraps up with a bit less enthusiasm and bravado. I’m not discouraged. Everything ebbs and flows. And I still have 29 days left to be audacious. I’m not going to whine or complain.

A rare rainy day in the midst of a drought on the sunny southern coast of California always drives me to the beach. So I headed a few miles up to Malibu, camera in hand. It’s standard to find abondoned

Day 1 Completed! I won’t lie, it was quite a bit of work but it was also a lot of fun. And I can see how forming these new habits will become second nature. Pretty quickly. By the time I finish my audacious

Max is the purrrrfect subject for any Black & White challenge. Because he’s already Black & White! The boy can often be found gazing out at West Los Angeles from his favorite window. My little

A few days ago I wrote about making the choice to be in or out. I ended it with declaring definitively that I am ALL in. I was talking specifically about being an artist. And I meant it. I have the body