I Seem To Have Fallen Prey, To The Ghost In The Machine Before beginning this story I want to acknowledge those who read and responded to my last story, Ghosted On Medium. I apologize for not responding to your comments on this story. It was not because I didn’t want…

Publications Are Not Created Equally — Being ghosted on Medium is alive and well. So is the hypocrisy of Publication Editors. I would never have never have written this story were it not for the recent story published by Rodrigo S-C, titled . . . Have You Been Ghosted? For a long time I considered Rodrigo…

How Is It That Some Are Fortunate, It’s About Receptivity — So often it is difficult to make sense of this world of ours. Why is it some prosper, and others cling by a slender thread? Is it the luck of the draw? Or is something larger, and more mysterious at play? I can’t begin to say I have the answers…

Riffing On Creativity, And Jazz Metaphors — I love how all creative pursuits are interrelated. How one medium of expression is related to others, all the others. We all have our preferred method, and medium of expression. But if we are truthful, we are influenced and inspired by others. …

Call Me Old Fashioned, I Won’t Mind A Bit — I am well aware that Artificial Intelligence is all the rage these days, and creating images is a big part of it. I will never go there. And I will tell you why. First off is I’m Old School, in every way, shape, and form. …

Intersecting Cultures Through My Lens — Flowing lines cross stone Soft and hard intersecting The way of this world

The View From My Tiny Second Floor Balcony — Earlier this month I moved once again to a new location in Oaxaca. I do this on a regular basis, about every two to three months. It is the result of wanting to experience different parts of this amazing city. I learn more about this city with every move. Airbnb…

The Wisdom Of David Bowie — Aging is an extraordinary process, by which one becomes the person one should always have been. — David Bowie I ran across this quote this morning, during my morning look at Instagram. This is not the place I go looking for wisdom. …

Oddly, It Is The Subtle Color That Draws My Eye And Lens — A few days ago, I once again moved to a new neighborhood, in Oaxaca City. A neighborhood I have often walked in. A neighborhood I lived in for a short week, last April. I have lived in a number of neighborhoods here. From the west, to the east. From the…