woke up on a runway

woke up on a runway

little fish has left the big pond

little fish has left the big pond

Beaucoup de esprit! On Canal du Robine, in Narbonne.

Beaucoup de esprit! On Canal du Robine, in Narbonne.

From Noelle's girl who had fallen down, to my young lady rising up, here today on the Six Shooters

parking grid

parking grid

Robert, my latest “Smokin’ Dude”. As I was driving up Franklin Avenue I could see him a good block away. Channeling all the great Hollywood beauties: Davis, Crawford, Lombard, Hayworth, Stanwyck, etc… There he was standing in the perfect pool of god’s light just begging to be seen. I stopped my car and walked over to ask if he’d be willing to pose for me. He gently said yes, and asked where I’d been all his life. Snap! Photogenic kismet.

Robert, my latest “Smokin’ Dude”. 
As I was driving up Franklin Avenue I could see him a good block away. Channeling all the great Hollywood beauties: Davis, Crawford, Lombard, Hayworth, Stanwyck, etc… There he was standing in the perfect pool of god’s light just begging to be seen. I stopped my car and walked over to ask if he’d be willing to pose for me. He gently said yes, and asked where I’d been all his life. Snap! Photogenic kismet.

Parking Tree

Parking Tree

Broken down in Frontiers, New Mexico? (a beautiful shot by Noelle) Not to worry, help is on it’s way on the Six Shooters today…

My latest “Smokin’ Dude”, Henry. 


When I approached to ask if I could make his portrait, Henry greeted me as though we’d been friends for years. Wanted to know how things were? Told me I was looking good. Kept calling me Christine. Said I looked just like my mom. I inquired about his health and asked if I could give him a hand? He said he was fine with money these days; his assistance check had come in. But politely asked if I could push him over to the smoke shop for more cigarettes?  Happy to oblige, I got him situated with a cold drink, a fresh pack of smokes and a nice spot in the shade. Henry said I made his day. I told him I loved the name Christine. 

My latest “Smokin’ Dude”, Henry. 

When I approached to ask if I could make his portrait, Henry greeted me as though we’d been friends for years. Wanted to know how things were? Told me I was looking good. Kept calling me Christine. Said I looked just like my mom. I inquired about his health and asked if I could give him a hand? He said he was fine with money these days; his assistance check had come in. But politely asked if I could push him over to the smoke shop for more cigarettes?  Happy to oblige, I got him situated with a cold drink, a fresh pack of smokes and a nice spot in the shade. Henry said I made his day. I told him I loved the name Christine. 

sky weavings

sky weavings