Claytor, Wayne Coyne of The Flaming Lips, Lauris Vidal & Ricky Kendall
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Beeraholics all "honeyed up"
Oklahoma ....it's apparently the "place to be" and known for two things-Bombs a' bursting and The Flaming Lips and now-Lauris Vidal, Ricky Kendall & last but certainly not least by any means...Michael Claytor- I must say though, that none of this would have been possible were it not for one particular ol' soul- typecast by thee Lord Himself at the perfect time, Anthony "the protector"-the "beer-a-holic".
That said, if you ever find yourself in OK City, check out a humble but bustling eatery called Big Truck Tacos- these guys do tacos right. Beef tongue, coffee brisket and much much more. Eat four-I did. And check out the music of Lauris, Ricky and Claytor.
That said, if you ever find yourself in OK City, check out a humble but bustling eatery called Big Truck Tacos- these guys do tacos right. Beef tongue, coffee brisket and much much more. Eat four-I did. And check out the music of Lauris, Ricky and Claytor.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Life and Death on the Alaskan Riviera
There comes a time when we must all admit defeat. My Alaskan adventure has come to an abrupt end-my passion to go out in search of more, has not. It is unfortunate that I will not be traveling back for work, but I plan to go back in my own time and head north in search of greater things. For those interested, I am in the process of beginning a photography website. I will also be organizing a gallery showing of my work in order to begin to sell my prints. Thank you for all your support. Until my next adventure...
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Sweet the Coming On
"Sweet the coming on / Of grateful evening mild; then silent night / With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, / And these gems of heaven, her starry train."
There is something mystifying about these birds. They emerge from the darkness-a crashing, brimming with wind-much like a sail saturated with gust. They meet in the sky abruptly, talons entangled, screaming. Its as if I do not even exist. As I lay in the sun, a large shadow briefly covers my entire body. I hear a crushing in the sky. In a hurry I open my eyes and protect them from the blaring sun. As I strain my eyes to see, fifteen feet above my head two Eagles are clasped together, bending, turning, spinning in the air. I release my shutter, they release, and disappear- and I am left with nothing but a picture of solid blue sky-As if they never existed.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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