Wilt

petals ripen then
fall like tripped ballerinas.

ephemeral bloom.

Night Approaches

A tall palm does its best to catch the last rays of a sun as dusk settles. The moon waits.

March

a new spring tiptoes
into days stretched by sunlight.

winter's shadow falls.

Remnants

Americana at Brand

After a rain.

San Rafael Bridge off Arroyo Drive

Not as flashy -- or as famous -- as the Colorado Street Bridge, but this one still beckons. Cross it from Arroyo Drive, just outside of South Pas.

Coffee on South Lake

Night grainy -- but I love the feeling of this image, and the colors are dreamy. (I know Hopper would have painted a Starbucks if he lived today.)

Doo Dah Parade

The rest of the world knows about the prestigious Rose Parade, but the Doo Dah Parade is a great local party -- and so much more my speed. Where else can you watch the Men of Leisure's Synchronized Napping squad fluff their pillows alongside a solemn march of Amnesty International? (And all while planes fly in formation above?) Find out more about the Doo Dah Parade here and read a news story about it here. (And take a look at more of my photos in the animated montage below.)

Castle Green in Black and White

I don't know if Charlie Chaplin danced with Lillian Gish in this beautiful old Pasadena landmark, but if he didn't he should have.

Happy New Year

Lacy Park in San Marino was the place to be on New Years Day...

Christmas trees for giants...

Everything's bigger in San Marino.

Winter Wonderland

Looks like Jack Frost enjoys spending a little of his Christmas break in Los Angeles. After this week's storms drenched the foothills and valley, the clouds parted to reveal Winter: Southern California style. Each year I marvel at the first appearance of snow. Every hazy summer loses the mountains in a veil of smog. But in December, they emerge with holiday icing. Just in time for the solstice.

Cross walk at Caltech

Well, when you get right down to it... theoretical physics really is a lot like rock and roll.

Moonlight bends...

Here, the blurry, blinding moon, captured by my camera just now -- a long exposure on the ledge of my bathroom window. That velvet sky! Those lacy trees!

Everything reminds me of a poem. Here's the one this image brings:

Moonlight bends over the black silence,
Making it bloom to wild-flowers of sound
That only green things can hear.
A wind sprawls over an orchard,
Frightening its silent litany to sound.
A thread of star-light has fallen to this tree
And curls among its leaves, tangling them to silence. . . .
Standing amidst these things,
Beloved,We feel the words our hearts cannot form.

--Maxwell Bodenheim

Three through a window...

Sitting at Russells in Pasadena.