Wednesday, January 07, 2009

know that it is easier
to float and drift away
from this two faced world
the troubles seem less painful
the problems less bitter
the escape that isn't
wants to live free
the two faced world
is slowly fading me
i need the comfort only the escape can bring
but it's warm embrace escapes me
it's a dark and lonely place
that i find myself in
a two faced world
of which we all partake

Monday, December 15, 2008

I am going to
Los Angeles
to build a screenplay about
lovers who murder each other.
I am going to
Los Angeles
to see my own name on a
screen, five feet
long and luminous.
As the radioman says
it is 5AM
and the sun has charred
the other side of
the world and come
back to us
and painted the smoke
over our heads
an imperial violet.
It is 5AM
and you are listening
to Los Angeles.



Monday, July 07, 2008

more from Silver City











































a couple of "eTweeked" from the 4th of July



my homage to the 4th of july


Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Silver City, 2nd round


Monday, June 30, 2008

2008 Silver City Workshop - 1st round

























Friday, June 06, 2008

Ann Morrison Memorial Park














a pear

















Thursday, June 05, 2008

after the watering



Wednesday, June 04, 2008

(note to self)

you don't always have to hold the camera in a "landscape" fashion...try turning the damn thing to "portrait" once in awhile. but remember, and this goes to all of you listening to my thoughts as well, don't restrict yourself to those two positions...no matter what you've been told, shown or taught.

wednesday randomness















one corner of the garden box

The radishes are on their way!

Patrick Diddle







Tuesday, June 03, 2008

from the rose bush just outside







Friday, April 25, 2008

more Doughty than the record store can handle...

Mike Doughty played his very first show here in Boise, Idaho this evening. It was everything one could want from a free show. He was accompanied by, what could only be defined as his perfect counterpart, Andrew "Scrap" Livingston. In previous shows, "Scrap" has done an outstanding job adding his touch with the cello to the dynamic that Mike brings forth with his guitar. Tonight, however, "Scrap" joined in the festivities with an electric guitar. It was nothing short of beautiful, amazing, spectacular...

The Record Exchange was an ideal stage for Mike to do what Mike does best...intereact with the crowd. Mike wondered if his inital flubs during the first three songs where due to the fact that he was performing in a record store. I wonder if all the fans packed in around the CD racks and vinyl displays was something foriegn to him. He wasn't looking out into the faimiler solid sea of faces mouthing the words that he was singing. Regardless of the mis-cued chords or the mis-placed lyrics, Mike pulled it together and coasted through the remainder of the set with ease.

Upon my arrival to the venue I noticed that Mike was browsing the knick-knacks for sale at the front of the store. Without hesitation I made my way toward him and made his acquaintance and shook the man's hand. We chatted for a few moments and then I asked him if it was alright if I snapped some pictures during the show. His pause before answering the question was evidence to me that he is seldom asked that particular question. His answer was of course "Yes", but I believe he appreciated the thoughtfulness.

Highlights of the show, for me personally, included "Circles", "Busting Up a Starbux" and "Looking At the World From the Bottom of a Well". The arrangements of these three song were the best I've ever heard. I've also never been that close to Mike while he was playing and I was drawn to his every strum of the guitar. The man is magic to me.

























Monday, April 21, 2008

the funny things written on crosses








Thursday, April 10, 2008

trm3




Walking through the Orchard
Words By: Theo Miller
Photo By: een
Walking in the orchard
The scent of dust in the air
The dogs trailing at my heel
A cool breeze sweeps my hair as
The trees sway overhead
As the golden red leaves chrunch
‘Neath my ever wandering feet

Monday, March 03, 2008

a study of: poemography (2nd entry)


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Saturday, March 01, 2008

"I forgive the world right now
Still I play the chump’s role every time
My world’s the surface of the moon
My heart’s down in a diamond mine"

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