Project Past 11

For Jeff Buckley

Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners

Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water

And maybe Im too young to keep good love from going wrong

But tonight youre on my mind so you never know

-RIP Jeff Buckley

"Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate" - Dante

Figured out the other day that I needed to replace the batteries in my Holga. Used Kodak 160NC, didn't fire flash. Taken at the steps of Malcolm Hall aka UP College of Law.

On the lam from the law
on the steps of the capitol
you shot a plainclothes cop on the ten o'clockand
I saw momentarilythey flashed a photograph,
it couldn't be you
-The Decemberists

Hobbes, The Leviathan not Calvin and Hobbes

Dear Hobbes,


Today, I passed by an art gallery near my office. I'll tell you later about my thoughts on the paintings of Toti Cedra. I then thought of some things I need to work on. Project Past 11 is still in process. I need to come up with my own concept soon.

I hope you're ok. Can't wait to go home and see you. XOXO

Hugs and belly rubs,
Celtster

Beetle Bum

Beetlebum, won't you come.

Soon, you'll be mine.

Push my button

Push my button. I'll get angry but you won't know. Someday, as how my mom predicted, I'm gonna have serious heart problems, err... she meant disease.

Fresca Pesca

Water Runs Through

One of the things I often see on my way home. Maybe it's some kind of a porthole after all. Someday, I'll pass through it, like a ghost, no one will notice me at all.

Flora

Flowers bloom in my eyes

yet

they do not want the lullaby

Trash TV

Having a break during my company Christmas party last year. Breaktime for me means, staring into space or having something in between my fingers. Staring at these, makes me wonder if I can last the day without having my brains fried by the tube. My brain has had enough of frying in front of the computer for 9 hours, 5 days a week. So, God, please, can my dying brains get a break?