Friday, February 1, 2013

A starry lake and a Venice Sunset

Friday, January 25, 2013

On the 25th of january, 2013, a fire broke out in a home in Monrovia.
The fire was attributed to faulty wiring in a closet. The homeowner was out looking for her dog when the blaze broke out and thankfully was not harmed.
Monrovia Fire Chief Christopher Donovan said a preliminary investigation determined that the fire was caused by an electrical issue in a closet. The house was a complete loss and he estimated the damage at $250,000.

 Fire fighters head toward the blaze.

 A Monrovia police officer escorts the homeowner and her dog to a safe location.

 A man comforts the homeowner.

 A firefighter sheds his bunkers after battling the blaze.
 The homeowner and her dog retreat to safety as flames rise from her roof.

 Changing shifts.

 Flames pour from the back of the house.

 A Fresh shift

Thursday, May 17, 2012


Me After Hiking up to Echo Mountain, and rappelling down Rubio Canyon.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Finealy!!! the perfect mix of angst and serenity that provide as the muse for my ever needed release of words and feelings into the seemingly endless space and sometimes pointed nothing.
the pit in my stomach tells me that change is happening and it is welcomed, provided that i can hold the nothing at bay.
My hurts have hurt and taken opportunity and time where little of each exists. the much isulionary time that is constantly changing pace and presents to accommodate its own selfish end. along with healing scars from the past, it brings about entirely new wounds.
The nothing is rising and falling like the moon in the clouds. I scare it away, and then prepare to jump headlong into it. I know what it is, I've experienced it before. The fear of it is manageable although undesirable.
And then with some wise words, light is shown into the darkness. the nothing is reviled. entirely, or partly of my own making, it seems so small, when it's not up close. A puny midget of a fear, that loomed gigantic over my ever waking moment.
Just a few words that gave me the power to wage battle with my self, instead of the windmills i had been fighting, and realize Dulcinea need not be saved.
It's taken more then rain to wash thees sins. but they fall one by one.