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Well, he is... or rather I am, a writer, a film and television director, member of the Director's Guild of America, with over 100 credits, a screen & television writer, a published poet and short story writer. I have been an art photographer since I was a teenager. I'm also a Vegan, an animal activist, and a person who strongly believes in compassion for all beings. I know this sounds like bragging, but you asked.
I'd like to share with you some of my work. I hope you like what I've accomplished to date. I'd love to hear your comments, good or not so good, about the work, how it affected you and if you wish, how I can be better at what I do. If you do like what you see, you can purchase it, here, at this site. Or... you can just enjoy it.
I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it." — Pablo Picasso
IMAGES
Buck Moon 2025
Post Office is Closed - Mojave 2024
I Wish I Was There - 2023
Golden Gate Bridge in Fog -2023
Tuna Street - 2022
Bull Rider's Glove - 2020
San Francisco Bay -2023
Walker -2021
Look! See! There! -2020
Why A Wall ? Texas -2020
Mother & Daughter - 2021
One Bud - 2023
Francisco Quinn - 2020
What's Real? - 2023
Yoga Pose by the Ocean - 2023
Subtle Bend - 2024
FRIENDS
Aren't I A Beauty? - 2023
Dignity & Might - 2022
The Baron Day 1 -2020
Ha! Ha! Ha! - 2022
No One Rides Me! Texas 2022
Yeah? So what? 2016
INSPIRATIONAL ART
Heart Sutra
BIRDS
ILLUSTRATED BOOKS
As I Sit In My Garden.
As I Sit In My Garden is the story of a child's garden party, where she and her dog, Rufus, sit sipping tea, sharing the space and love with the many visitors who join her. The guests include the flowers, butterflies, bees, birds and insects, each taking joy from the beauty and friendship offered. The illustrations are by Tata & Tika Bobokhidze.
Ned Smiles
Ned Smiles. Ned wants the world to be as happy as he is. To make it happen, he decides to share his smile with everyone he meets; from the postperson to his friends to... in fact the whole world. The illustrations are by the renowned Scandinavian artist, Mattias Gordon.
Music Fairies
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Music Fairies. In every park in all the world the music fairies keep, protect notes. When any music begins to play, The particular fairies who tend their special notes send send them flying. Every song, symphony, Rock & Roll - all the music there is depends upon their work. When some of the most important notes escape and are missing, it's up to Lisandra and the other fairies to find them. If they don't... well, we'd be without music. And that just wouldn't be right. The illustrations are by Tata & Tika Bobokhidze. This lovely book is being published by Pegasus Press and is expected to be available for purchase soon. Check for updates.
The Angel Who Sang
The Angel Who Sang. It's Puele's dream to sing with the Choir of Angels. But when he auditions, Vespers, the choirmaster, can't tell his singing from a cat's howling. It's that bad. Vesper's, however, a kind and caring angel, decides to take Puele under his wing, and teach him song, even knowing that Puele will never sing well enough to join the choir. Instead, he teaches him to sing from his heart, knowing the joy he feels will be shared with the whole world.
ABC For You and Me
ABC For You and Me. A beautifully illustrated first book for kids just starting out on their reading journey. The letters are brought to life in rhymed couplets... old fashioned, but still lovely.
Big Book of Smiles.
Big Book of Smiles. Another first book for kids just starting out on their reading journey. The book shows how to look for smiles and encourages young ones to smile more... after all, if everyone else is doing it, why shouldn't I?
INSPIRATIONAL BOOKS
Windows & Doors
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Windows & Doors. A book in which I turn my camera and my heart to wondering about inside and out. Please join me in the quest to find how yin and yang shape the world we see and experience. Thirty spokes make one wheel
it's the nothingness in the center
that makes it useful.
Tao Te Ching
Compassionate Eye: Finding Peace
Compassionate Eye searches for ways to make our way in the world using compassion for all living beings as our guide. Through images, poems, quotes by the wisest of us all, it's a journey towards finding inner peace.
The Baron: The Dog Who Trained Me
This is a story about a dog and his human companion – me. He came with a name, Rufus. We adopted him from a rescue group called Bichons & Buddies. He’s a buddy, not a Bichon. According to his DNA his genetic makeup is as follows: 37.5% miniature poodle, 12.5% Pomeranian,
12.5% Maltese. 12.5% Shih Tzu – the rest is pure mutt. It didn’t take long before we realized, my wife, Carol and myself, even with his mixed background he was clearly of royal stock. Therefore, he needed a title, one that represented his high status in our home and his dignified behavior. He became, The Baron, shortened from his full name and title, “The Baron Rufelstein Von Pfeffernusse.
One of the great mystery for us was the fact that The Baron had been twice abandoned by families he thought were his forever home. We never understood
why anyone would want to give up living with such a distinguished and well- behaved companion.
It didn’t take long before Rufus and I became
best friends. Their loss was most assuredly our
gain. Yes, The Baron had his little quirks: he
didn’t like mail people, FedEx drivers, UPS
delivery people, gardeners with tools in their
hands. His barks and mean-looking face had
him sounding like the most vicious junk yard
guard dog this side of world. He’d snap and
snarl when he felt cornered or afraid, but most
of time, and always with us, he was the most
gentle and loving companion a person could
have.
He sang this song to us on the first day he came
home to his real forever family.
POETRY & POETRY BOOKS
THE BARON PONDERS
ABOUT SAYING GOODBYE
There’s no simple way
says the Baron
knowing all is impermanent
to prepare for goodbye
talk all you want
about a life well-lived
keeping alive in memory
there’s no substitute
for someone you love
rubbing your belly
is there a kinder way
I wonder
creep away and hide
letting life leave blindly
let sleep go on to ever
but what when he wakes
finds me still
with no chance
to say farewell
though spared the pain
of last breaths
won’t even consider
the last vet ride
to a needle’s finality
in his arms is best
feeling a warm hand
on my always ready back
soothing away age’s pains
letting our tears
wash us
a last time parting
HONEY BEES
And what do you expect to achieve
by being kind in a world full of wicked people?
George Sand
moving flower to flower
the bee bears the burden
of the blossom’s need
hearing the flowers
ask no more than this
take my nectar make it your own
the hive’s buzzsong lost
by bee-raping crowds
intent on avarice
when the hives fall silent
too many will only remember
how as a child they were stung
forgetting the taste of honey
dripped into their waiting mouths
& the sweet beast whose gift it was
wabi-sabi
to make this poem simple
move it close
to nothingness
devolving from the word
on the page
to the reader’s heart
burn the paper
watch the smoke
rise until it’s absent
a trace of fire
the light still
lingers in the eye
the imperfection
of the ash
black on the ground
dust beneath bare feet
dark stained sole
the thought of the poem
gone
TREES SPEAK OF LOVE
we have roots
that grow
one to another
underground
limbs that reach out
one to another
when all the blossoms
fall from our branches
we discover again
we are one tree
all one to another
the gradual growing towards
the subterranean intertwining
so much we do not need to say
we bend toward silence
sharing happiness & pain with the wind
good love roots deep
over time hyphae
weave below us
in search of touch
they too are love’s work
THE BARON & THE NIGHT SKY
a star fell
near the Baron’s nose
waking him
not unfamiliar
with a bit of heaven
he reached out
nipped its nearest point
drew the light closer
took it to his mouth
where it glowed
bright as a sun
from beneath his smile
tossing his head
he launched it skyward
back to Sirius
where it burned
brighter than ever
EROTICA
these days
spent isolated
time to learn
the names of things
the ones they whisper
to each other
as they strip away
common visions
the tease of nature
peeling layers
to reveal her nakedness
in all its beauty
without shame
I stare on the bare body
searching for the mark
of my own redemption
A MARCH PROMISE
after Sophie Tolstoy
when trying to understand
why human beings
do what they do
a fog descends
in which I struggle
to look before behind
only to be blinded
by the absurd
trying to see through shadows
is a fool’s game
bleary outlines without
shape or substance
whose being
offer no answers
dark is life
yet
spring has come
birds are singing
A VOICE I HEAR
in the dream of day
a cry from the heart
a sad moaning sound
a child’s hurt voice
who hears the plea
or are all deaf
to the wail
that fills all space
as I am deaf
to the voice
that fills me
with dread
what child is this
who suffers so
whose pain is mine
without face or name
though no stranger
to the web of my soul
who won’t allow me
the ignorance of silence
the peace of solitude
ADAM KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING
the first bite of an apple
no wonder Adam couldn’t resist
and a naked Eve as well
impossible to oppose
the crunch
a mouth lips open
ready to drink in earth’s juices
letting a bit run down the chin
holding the pulp
for one more moment
teasing the fruit’s flesh
as it slides slowly down
clearing the path
for one more taste
just what it must be like
as Venus leans into your kiss
a bouquet of myrtle and roses
rise to the nose
the taste of honey
on a searching tongue
A Spring Hai Ku
Three ravens fly over
their voices an ode to joy.
I applaud their song.