Speaking of dark clouds and shadows,
a pause to wind the watch,
a pause to watch the sidewalk, epiphanies are realized but then I got a text message.
Momentary Sunshine
Space Suits and Shiny Objects
Standard Issue Nomad
It doesn’t take long before one notices that a walk down the sidewalk provides all that life needs.
Living like the wanderers we’ve always been.
For even hamsters were once wild.
Ni de a Cora Ni de a Colón
Give Us Our Daily Purple and Orange Drink
Que Penas Tiene La Luna?
La noche nunca se acaba, existe en tus ojos cuando me miras, reflejos de las mentiras que te estoy diciendo. La noche nunca se acaba porque no la dejo que me abandone. No la dejo que pasé adelante de me. Me lleva por la mano. Mientras esperamos que se aclare la calle me acaricia. Me de un beso traisonero, pero se lo creo. Y de esa mentira nacen las estrellas, compañeras de la noche eterna.
“If you’re going to ride the roller coaster, expect to…”
One of the first observations I took into consideration in regards to street photography is knowing my pissers. It may sound a bit vulgar, but knowing your pissers is essential while shooting on the streets. Having to go while standing still, observing a never-ending combination of light and people, becomes difficult after a while. So know your pissers and:
know your bus routes,
know you can always take a nap in the park,
that bourgeois coffee shops have free bourgeois water,
know you can always take a nap in the subways,
underground parking lots stay cool in the summer,
nobody walks in LA, that people care about.
Whispering Thunder Laugh
While combing the streets at times I hear the great silence,
Then burst a blaring siren.
The smell of piss wafts from a passing ambulance.
But tacos always on my mind.
Seven Dollar Day Pass… ; (
3rd ST Alchemist
Esau Rosales 