Mine Home

Not a mansion. Not a shack.

A simple house on the shores.

The omnipresent, yet relaxing sound of waves in motion.

My acoustic guitar leaning on the wall next to the window.

Paradise breeze. 70 degrees. The sun gently radiates upon my coarse skin through fluffy clouds.

I look out and see the wet canvas which lays atop the Earth, bearing hues of blue and highlights of white.



As palm trees sway,

Leading my worries astray,

A Storm is on its way...

Welcome Home...

A mysterious, locked door. Built in the early 1900''s, this once-attractive cottage is now fading away, almost as quickly as our memories of the past.

Shattered Reflections

One of my favorite subjects to photograph is this eerie, old, abandoned house which is concealed by years worth of unkempt plants that now surround it. Although I have not yet had the courage to go there at night to capture ethereal images, I know I need to do it soon, if ever, because this house is more and more damaged every time I visit it. People have been vandalizing this antique & dread-filled  cottage; this is one of several shattered windows which used to complete the house.

Time's Toll

I composed this image in Pleasanton, CA. As I was driving amidst the rolling green hills, and antique tress wrapped in veils of moss, this particular barn caught my eye. Most material things become unattractive and unsightly with time; however, there is just a small handful of things which acquire more beauty as they age (For example, this barn).