dead in the distance

35_dead-in-the-distancewebabout a week ago i was location-scouting for a shoot outside a cemetery.
on a road leading into the graveyard there were four men with bundles of roses capitalizing on funeral-goers forgetfulness/grief/guilt

as i stood on the hood of james, purveying angles and potential compositions, snapping test shots and basking the los angeles afternoon sun, i pondered the waiting game

waiting on death, waiting on funerals and their patrons

i contemplated it all flat on my back, on top of my volvo

eventually, i slid off the roof of the car. one of the younger men selling flowers (maybe 20?) approached me.

“no tenger dinero,” i said
and then
“i am a man. this is for you,” he said

i drove home with a bouquet of three red roses meant for the dead


lord knows all i want to do is wander the earth with purpose.

collecting images

and experiences
and helping people.

and loving

and being loved.

but sometimes i think this world and i are at odds… not because we don’t get along

(i think we’re rather in balance. her & i)

but because
that little twit “practicality” worms her way into my mind. and sometimes it takes days/weeks/months for me to shake her off.