iwdrm:

“Why do you look so sad? Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings.”
Pierrot le fou (1965)

iwdrm:

“Why do you look so sad? Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings.”

Pierrot le fou (1965)

Late Night Early Morning rambling of the Sea

Where did you go? 

Influence by Mazzy Star—Blue Light

I think about it and then it disappeared the unknown excitements me still.

Waiting to begin the start, looking forward to sailing. The ship sails by my window, the sharks swirl in circles making the sea twist and turns in a splashing motion refreshing my face. The sharks smile with splendid sharp pizza shaped teeth. I believe in Sailing. Waiting by my window for my rock to lay on and smile in the moonlight. The flame grows in the twilight. I want to hear you, your voice makes me close my eyes  and my mouth grin, only to drool for more sounds of your voice. The Ocean crashes me by.

Hiking Below the Hollywood sign, what you may find.

A week after the finding of the decapitation head near the Hollywood sign My Friend and I decide to go for a hike up in the Griffith park in search of the caves. WE didn’t really know where they were, so we kind of drove around Beach wood accidentally around sunset asking fellow dog walkers and jogger in the neighborhood where we could find the caves. The sweaty joggers pointed us in the direction. My friend Rodent and I found a gate leading up towards the leering forest like park which looked very gloomy after a rainy Los Angles day. I drove right in as as the dog walkers all aborted out from the gates. I parked my car and gathered out with my camera. I looked at Rodent and asked him which direction do u think. He looked at me puzzled, “ Well he said lets ask this lady getting her car with her collie. They lady looked at us very strange, he asked where the cave was to the lady. She pointed east and said it was an easy 10min hike, ending with a “ Don’t you watch the news?” “ The park closes at sunset, I recommend you leave, or else you get locked in.” I didn’t want to chance it, and I believed she was referring to the recent killings of the found decapitated head and and body parts found at the park recently.

So Rodent and I came back the next day. It was a total opposite day than it was on that rainy day at sunset we first ventured to the park. It was around noon and sizzling hot, joggers ran past us with shirts off and their dogs, men were practicing karate moves in the parking lot and Japaneses tourist girls in their fashionable tights and dresses also joined in on the hike snapping pictures of the Hollywood sign. Rodent and I made it up to the cave where once Adam West drove the bat mobile out of the cave. I ran in absorbing the cold dampness and inhaling the dirt muddy mold. I ran about enjoying its wonder and then to the back side of the cave where I found a large mountain of rocks to climb. I abandoned my friend rodent for the silence at the very top of the mountain side where I sat pondering and absorbing everything around me as a family of crows sat besides me. I eventually made my way back down after a half an hour. Rodent told me a tour group passed by and pointed at me sitting up high at the large hill side. He said the tour guide said u need special climbing gear to climb the rocky hill side. We both laughed cause we knew it wasn’t true.

Bat Caves, BeachWood, California. FEB 2012

Ran into several interesting characters in life, that I think it should be noted some where of their existence. A box of animal crackers and a cup of coffee at 3:00 a.m in the morning. My thoughts drift to the past. The thing I found to be the most unusual is the people that enter into present life from the past that were once just on the sides lines of the peripheral vision. Creepy tales of shadow ghost, clowns, black dogs and ghostly apparitions.

The Start of the End

iwdrm:

“Some people are bullfighters, some people are politicians. I’m a photographer.”
Blow-Up (1966)
GIF limit upped to 1MB. Thank you, Peter Vidani!

iwdrm:

“Some people are bullfighters, some people are politicians. I’m a photographer.”

Blow-Up (1966)

GIF limit upped to 1MB. Thank you, Peter Vidani!