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Thank You

For reasons I’d rather not discuss publicly I was unable to post for a while. I wish to sincerely thank those of you who stuck by me. Supporting an artist pay his or her bills when they are unable to work is the very definition of being an art p...

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Dancing in the Rain

Sometimes I meet a model who is so creative and so good with the camera I give her carte blanche. I let her know she can show up whenever she wants and I will come up with something fun for us to shoot.

Karina was one of those. She was a col...

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Tearing the veil

In the clear dawn, before the east was red,
Before the rose had torn her veil in two,
A nightingale through Hafiz’ garden flew,
Stayed but to fill its song with tears, and fled.

– words from a sweet Hafiz poem, translated by...

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Grace

My life is not dated by years--
There are moments which act as plough;
And there is not a furrow appears
But is deep in my soul as my brow.

Let the young and the brilliant aspire
To sing what I gaze on in vain;
For sorrow has ...

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Companion to myself

When the sky overhead is blue,
Balmy, scented winds will after
Us, adown the valley blow
Haunting echoes of our laughter.

So we’ll walk the Way-of-Life,
You and I, Love, both together,
Storm or sunshine, happy we
If be fo...

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Shine bright

Never forget who you are
Little star
Shining brighter than all the stars in the sky
Never forget how to dream
Butterfly
Never forget where you come from
From love

– Lyrics by Madonna and Rick Nowels, 1998

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Dance

“Dance is the hidden language of the soul.” ― Martha Graham

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PHOTO: My life has been blessed by the many amazing dancers and yogis who have come to my studio, allowing my camera to capture their grace and form.

T...

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Dancing into a new year

The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.

We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.

We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.

We ...

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Phantom of Delight

She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;

A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
And yet a Spiri...

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Spirit of thee

In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.

–– Lord Byron (1788–1824)

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PHOTO: Julina i...

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Meeting

It was supposed to be a business meeting about a publishing project. But when Stacey walked in with hunched shoulders and a glum look, I said, “Tough day?” She nodded as she slumped onto my fuzzy sofa.

Stacey wasn’t a model. We had met...

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Dreamer

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

–– “The Dream Keeper” by Langston Hughes (19...

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Mingle

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single
All things by a law divine
In one another’s being mingle
Why not I wi...

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Brighten as the sun at noon

When the first star with brilliance bright,
Gleams lonely o’er the arch of night;
When the bright moon dispels the gloom,
And various are the stars that bloom,
And brighten as the sun at noon,
Forget me not.

– from a p...

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A Fountain and a Shrine

Thou wast that all to me love
For which my soul did pine
A green isle in the sea love
A fountain and a shrine

And all my days are trances
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances
And where thy footstep gleam...

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Perfect being

Hung with the sunset’s fringe of gold;
Now strangely clear thine image grows,
And olden memories
Are startled from their long repose
Like shadows on the silent snows
When suddenly the night-wind blows
Where quiet moonlight ties...

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Enchantress

Last eve in dreams, I saw thee stand,
Like queenly nymphs from Fairy-land—
Enchantress of the flowery wand,
Most beauteous Isadore!

Thy classic brow, like lilies white
And pale as the Imperial Night
Upon her throne, with sta...

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Radiant as the moon

You, Venus-like face
radiant as the moon
Roses lean in
begging for your lovely color,
what need do you have of rose wine?
In your depths is the ocean infinite,
what will you do with some drops of dew?
You who are existence ent...

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Shoulders of Love

The longer I live and the more I see
Of the struggle of souls towards the heights above,
The stronger this truth comes home to me
That the Universe rests on the shoulders of love,

– from a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850–1...

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Star

And when the spotlight comes your way
as it will eventually
rise up to the occasion
rise up and shine
you are perfect as you are
you were born a star

– Pardesi Pyara

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PHOTO:
Alice is a superb danc...

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Flow

Flow like water
with humility and softness
When you have the strength
to carve mountains into canyons
there is no need to proclaim your might
The world knows

–– Pardesi Pyara

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Circled by your arms

When over my life’s way there falls the blight
Of sunless days, and nights of starless skies;
Enough for me, the calm and steadfast light
That softly shines within your loving eyes.

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Rising from the fire

It is a day for being thankful and I am deeply grateful that my dear friend Crystal is still here with us.

Still in her twenties, she was diagnosed with aggressive stage three breast cancer earlier this year. Like a Phoenix rising out of the...

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Curves Ahead - Photo Essay

The ideals of beauty have changed over time, with the pendulum swinging from skinny to curvy and back.

The US first became obsessed with waiflike thinness a hundred years ago during the 1920s. The “flapper” was a slender woman with a boy...

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Poetry Unsung

There is a vale which none hath seen,
Where foot of man has never been,
There love is warm, and youth is young,
And poetry is yet unsung.


And ever, if you hearken well,
You still may hear its vesper bell,
And tread of high...

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Two Are One

And a kindred nature,
Proclaim us to be mates,
Exposed to equal fates
Eternally;

And each may other help, and service do,
Drawing Love's bands more tight,
Service she ne'er shall rue
While one and one make two,
And two a...

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TWIST

In yoga a Wide-Legged Forward Bend (Prasarita Padottanasana) is an easy beginner pose, which helps to increase flexibility. Adding a twist to each side makes it a more intense stretch.

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PHOTO: Nelli was traveling by van and made a stop i...

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Strength

Good timber does not grow with ease,
The stronger wind, the stronger trees,
The further sky, the greater length,
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and women good timbers grow.

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Perish with desire

See how the roses burn!
Bring wine to quench the fire!
Alas! the flames come up with us,—
We perish with desire.

–– Hafez (Persian poet, 1315 - 1390)

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PHOTO: Amanda Lyn visited me in Los Angeles some year...

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Self Reflection

When I find myself pulled
towards bitter recriminations
turn to the light of self reflection
to soften my judgement

When trying times overwhelm
Look for the light of compassion
to illuminate my dark folds

When the pa...

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