Trip down memory lane

My First Kiss...with my cousin. Man I miss that ugly blanket, and our equally ugly orange couch.

Me in our backyard in Camarillo. Our garden kind of looks dead in the background.

Halloween as a clown. Without the nose and paint.

Mary and I swimming.

Christmas in Calfornia.

Me now. Not as cute, I know. This is on a B-17 World War II Plane.

Staircases

Did I ever mention that I love crumbling, spiral staircases? These, found on Arab Street in Singapore, look more like they belong in Prague or Istanbul.

Don't you wish you were sitting on the colorful steps, up against a rail, maybe painting a mural or closing your eyes as the sun heats the steps, your clothes, your skin? On these steps, it is always summer. And I am always sweating. I can't wait to return.

Water is the blood in our veins

Water, my homeland

The heart of darkness

Who knew trees conquered water as well as land?

I live love laugh breathe the beach

A lone Singaporean fisherman

Man is small indeed next to the the ocean

There is nothing softer and weaker than water, And yet there is nothing better for attacking hard and strong things. For this reason there is no substitute for it.
-Lao-Tzu