Dare You Oppose Me?-answer my challenge with feigned indifference? Anger abates worlds don’t collide. Momentary silliness, Bobby Fischer still in exile…

Arab Eyes-Arabian Nights…dreams of spices and silk veils. No scimitars or turbans only the whistling of the desert winds in the distance. Jackal pups pulling on their mothers teats for food.

I have the Best-I can prove it. Buy my wares and you’ll have that magical hotpot producing billowy clouds of savory goodness in your home. Your family will eat it nodding and smiling knowingly that you indeed have done well once again. You’ll have the best!

They call me snake hips- but it’s my eyes you need to watch out for. I can put any women under my dance spell instantly. Even the most wooden creature will move like Ginger Rogers once our eyes meet unlocking my passion and love for the art of motion and culture. I am the poet that writes with your dips and pirouettes onto the hearts of the bored and jaded.

Arrival-The wheels turn faster and faster until the station is in sight…then the begin to slow. Gradually they grind to a halt. People rush madly. Many of them know where the’re headed.

Sleepin’ it-Some people are oblivious to the chaos around them. Some even embrace it. Finding peace in the little house under the roller coaster….

Wet-Splash,splash…water serves drinks to the green and growing. Splash,splash…it washes the dirt off the goods headed for market. Always moving, always shimmering.

Among leaves-where it is safe. Shade can be had here. They can dry out and fall off. Tears are shed. Babies are being born.

Einstein said,”for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.” The books have to balance…

Shaping Up-no Marlon Brando, no waterfront. Just the guys,the crew, the gang, the boys. Shaping up for a few more dollars to spend. They’ll be back tomorrow…

Resting-catching some breath. Drinking in the early morning quiet, the stillness. Respite from the insanity of a million people talking. Not all at once but still TALKING.

The Brothers Chen-or Wang or Chang or… 2 guys ready to provide you with fresh fruit and veg to fuel your day, energize your dreams, help keep you moving.

Reflexing-Exuding style and coolness even though he probably never heard the term. This guy could have been Bogie if he was discovered.

Somone of musical royalty is fitting here. Count Basie-Corner Pocket

Not an Indy scene but free wheeling never the less. Have motor will mobile.

Father and son go together like 2 peas in a pod.

Looking for the Island of Dr.  Moreau?

Some people just love to dance. In pursuit of elegance. I always loved the 40’s culture.

How about some Television-Marquee Moon

Some use their microphones for good, others for evil. Having sold out of snake oil he switched to some weight loss powder in a funny colored bottle..

Patiently awaiting the right buyer to be hobbling around without a crutch, he kept his offering shiny and alluring…

They can be a nuisance or a distraction or a meal. Decisions, decisions.

Wannna buy a camera? Huh? You can go, “snap,snap, snap” to your hearts content. C’mon-I’ll give you a deal on a dozen. Cameras are the new bagels…

Me and Muddy Waters-I Can’t be Satisfied

Tai chi chuan (simplified Chinese: 太极拳; traditional Chinese: 太極拳; pinyin: tàijíquán; Wade-Giles: t’ai⁴ chi² ch’üan²) is an internal Chinese martial art often practiced forhealth reasons. Tai chi is typically practiced for a variety of other personal reasons: its hard and soft martial art technique, demonstration competitions, health andlongevity. Consequently, a multitude of training forms exist, both traditional and modern, which correspond to those aims. Some of tai chi chuan’s training forms are well known to Westerners as the slow motion routines that groups of people practice together every morning in parks around the world, particularly in China.

Today, tai chi has spread worldwide. Most modern styles of tai chi trace their development to at least one of the five traditional schools: Chen, Yang, Wu/Hao, Wu and Sun.

Music provided by the Wu-Tang Clan: Protect Your Neck

We have changed the look and name of this blog to better reflect my more on the street and focus on people as subjects more than still life aesthetic. Hope you like it and please feel free to comment.

Standing on the bridge feeling elated? Euphoric? Effervescent?

A moment of: poverty, slack, insanity, freedom?

I am the bridge-no man crosses unless I say so!

John Cale is the man-Fear is a Man’s Best Friend. I had the privilege of talking with John after a show back when I was in college. Great artist and nice man.

The Horses Barely a twelvemonth after The seven days war that put the world to sleep, Late in the evening the strange horses came. By then we had made our covenant with silence, But in the first few days it was so still We listened to our breathing and were afraid. On the second day The radios failed; we turned the knobs; no answer. On the third day a warship passed us, heading north, Dead bodies piled on the deck. On the sixth day A plane plunged over us into the sea. Thereafter Nothing. The radios dumb; And still they stand in corners of our kitchens, And stand, perhaps, turned on, in a million rooms All over the world. But now if they should speak, If on a sudden they should speak again, If on the stroke of noon a voice should speak, We would not listen, we would not let it bring That old bad world that swallowed its children quick At one great gulp. We would not have it again. Sometimes we think of the nations lying asleep, Curled blindly in impenetrable sorrow, And then the thought confounds us with its strangeness. The tractors lie about our fields; at evening They look like dank sea-monsters couched and waiting. We leave them where they are and let them rust: ‘They’ll molder away and be like other loam.’ We make our oxen drag our rusty plows, Long laid aside. We have gone back Far past our fathers’ land. And then, that evening Late in the summer the strange horses came. We heard a distant tapping on the road, A deepening drumming; it stopped, went on again And at the corner changed to hollow thunder. We saw the heads Like a wild wave charging and were afraid. We had sold our horses in our fathers’ time To buy new tractors. Now they were strange to us As fabulous steeds set on an ancient shield. Or illustrations in a book of knights. We did not dare go near them. Yet they waited, Stubborn and shy, as if they had been sent By an old command to find our whereabouts And that long-lost archaic companionship. In the first moment we had never a thought That they were creatures to be owned and used. Among them were some half a dozen colts Dropped in some wilderness of the broken world, Yet new as if they had come from their own Eden. Since then they have pulled our plows and borne our loads But that free servitude still can pierce our hearts. Our life is changed; their coming our beginning. Edwin Muir

Something dark and eerie about this…I like it.

Good music for this is Nine Inch Nails-Ghosts 1

Nautilus-style award winning lamp, shot at the Taiwan Design Expo ‘09.

Antonio Carlos Jobim with Herbie Hancock perform Wave, fitting music for the INautilus.