Garbage

A series of things, add a little Karma, and toss in a dash of coincidence and you have a message. This morning I walked into my office to find a bag of garbage sitting on the floor...looks like the cleaning staff forgot take it with them. Get into the Monday meeting,...

A Long Time Gone

I’ve been a long time gone…

Not slacking or slouching the time away. The hours spent changing things were well spent. Time passed on planes, travelling to distant lands; time spent building a new, solo company–doing my thing, my way. I’ve been constructing a foundation for “what I want”, but not always able to do the “want” vs. the “need”.

Periscope

I have to admit, I’m becoming a bit addicted to Periscope…but it’s not what you think, really.

New Writing Draft – The Diluvian Mountains

The Diluvian Mountains were a bitter set of black and grey teeth jutting from a flood plain that was sparsely populated. Steep, tall, prone to releasing torrents of glacial flood waters at a whim, not many cities had seen a desire to set roots close by, so there were few who called the place home. The residents who did were seasonal farmers and hunters who would risk the plains during warm weather, growing fast, high-yield crops they could harvest quickly for market then return to the higher valleys to wait out winters, hunting, until the next cycle began.

Closer Than…

A quick "sketch" from a while back. I write a lot of these with no intention of turning them into anything larger. They may find their way into some finished piece...but who knows. I like them just the way they are, for now. Enjoy! Your breath tickles my neck. It...

A Temple Burns

Yes, that’s me standing there in a hat, flame resistant shirt, Thai fisherman pants and a pair of boots with a fully engulfed temple not more than fifty feet behind me. The fireman in the picture wasn’t there to douse the flames. I wasn’t a spectator. There was a crowd gathered in near silence, wrapped in their own thoughts, memories and reflections as this structure burned.

It was a little after 3 AM on a Sunday morning in the middle of the desert.
(Photo Courtesy of Nick Franchi)

The recent past…in writing

r/photoshopbattles/ – DogShark

FruitBat, you have been entered into the battle! The Photoshopbattles subreddit is a very interesting and fun place if you've got some skills. Even if you don't have skills with photo editing and manipulation, the results are still damn entertaining. Attack, have...

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Fall Inventory 2016

Fall Inventory 2016

The light changes in September, takes on an edge and a hue that sets my nerves on fire; it’s always the beginning of darkness, reflection, and a certain amount of struggle. This year it’s a little different…life’s a little different because I’ve stopped fighting as much.

Let me assure my few readers that I am OK. This is a process

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Locked, bound, and not breathing…

locked, bound, and not breathing…
Being Bipolar, depressed, having anxiety, agoraphobia, etc…it’s being shut in. It’s being bound up and blinded. It’s panic and terror. It’s wanting to die, quickly (or slowly). It’s craving pain, because that’s an outlet and something to take your mind away from what you’re feeling at the time.

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Forge

Fear and Hate.
Hate alone is a cowardly thing. Fear is a bit more active, it leads to simple, bad decisions that don’t simply impact the coward; the decisions impact everyone. Combine fear with hate, and a forge is made.

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How Hot is Your Bolt?

How Hot is Your Yamaha Bolt VX950?

I got a Flir One a little while ago…for, Reasons (they have the iOS version too). As soon as it arrived I got the idea of taking a video of my Yamaha Bolt VX950

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Capture Them

My parents are on a timer, and they’ve both led amazing lives…especially my mom. This week she’s in the hospital and it kind of struck me that, while she’s pretty damn indestructible, she isn’t immortal.

It’s time to get those stories of theirs down, to capture them and archive them, so they’re not lost in the rain.

Riding white water through tunnels in a mountain.

Standing on the beach, watching the cloud rise as the Bikini Atoll was incinerated by a Hydrogen Bomb.

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