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This is one of my favorite pictures from our Downtown shoot on Sunday. I love the mountains and the Disney Concert Hall.

AND I love that you can see that we’re above the lower level street. I love that the city was built in layers!

Led Zeppelin: The Plan

So, I’m supposed to sit at work and wait for mail. Such an enthralling endeavor.

Fortunately, I have my iPod with me. If I’m going to suffer, then my favorite coworker is going to have to hear all 48 of Led Zeppelin’s greatest hits that I have.

I don’t know if she’ll ignore it. Or if she’ll eventually say something.

Communication Breakdown was song 3. She gave me a sideways glance as she escorted her guest out.

Stay tuned….

UPDATE: Song 7, Since I’ve Been Loving You.…I’m going across the street, she says. I guess she’ll be back.

UPDATE: Song 8, Black Dog. Darn it. She’s missing it.

UPDATE: Song 10, When the Levee Breaks. Someone else came in to ask if I’m working. Or if I’m going home. Well….

UPDATE: Song 11: Stairway to Heaven. She has returned. She walked by and turned the other way.

I’m starting to think that she’s not going to say anything. But, stay tuned….

UPDATE: Song 17: Over the Hills and Far Away. She walked into my office and asked if I have gift wrap. Hmm…can you hear me? She says.

I win!

All Along the Watchtower

I fell in love with this song because of Jimi Hendrix. And I fell in love with Jimi’s guitar because of this song.

I couldn’t tell you what it meant or why it had meaning to me for a long while. It was just words cluttering the guitar that I was listening to.

I wrote about this song twice in college. Once I looked at the meaning of the words. Somewhere I found the origins that I don’t remember anymore. It has biblical meaning, I remember that much. But, that exercise helped me to interpret the meaning of this song for myself.

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke but uh
But you and I we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour’s getting late

From the get-go, the fact that the dialogue is opened by a joker and a thief is absolutely entrancing. In some ways, I like to think that we are divided into those two groups—jokers and thieves. I don’t mean that in a negative way at all. Jokers who look at life with joy and laugh at all of its intricate meaning. Thieves who make their way through life by “stealing” its meaning from what we are told makes a life worthwhile. We all do it. We all do both.

The way out of here? Simply the human desire to move beyond our humanity into something somewhat more divine. It’s the confusion of humanity that plagues us, not because it must but because we allow it.

And the second verse, I feel is the answer. You and I. We understand this. There’s no reason to fear, no reason to stress, no reason to worry. We know what this life is…

The second assignment I did on this song was two years after the first. It was a simple assignment. Jack Langguth was a phenomenal writing teacher, and his instructions were: Tear a sheet of paper out of the notebook that you are copiously taking notes in. And describe to me a song. You cannot describe the artist, the words, or the meaning. Describe the music. If I get it correct, you get an A. If not, you fail.

I described the guitar as best I could. In large handwritten print, trying to fill the sheet. And put my preassigned number at the top. He shuffled the stack and began to read them aloud. Looking back, I suppose it was somewhat unfair to choose that song. He was a product of the 60’s and Vietnam. But, I took great pride in the fact that he knew the song from my description of the guitar. It was more a description of its meaning to me, but I suppose emotion poured into an instrument evokes the same human emotion in anyone who has a tie to a particular song.

And thus I have named my blog. All Along the Watchtower…It reminds me of the better parts of myself. It’s the escape, not from a dire state of life. No, not at all. It’s an escape from the things the tie us to the mundane. It’s an escape from the things that imprison us and enslave us. We know what it is doing, and we rise above it.

Addendum: The subhead of this blog comes from Bob Dylan’s original written version of the song—not Jimi’s sung version. 🙂 For those who care about those things!

Canvas Bags

I’ve never really liked purses. Somewhere in the past few months, I have taken to carrying around canvas bags. They just feel so much more convenient. Much more convenient and much more functional.

Until I realized last night, this is all the stuff, I carry around with me….

The contents of my bag....

So, for the time being…I am carrying around a laptop, a digital camera (the little red bag) a blackberry, and an iPod. The two remotes there are for the the stereo and the TV. The book Son of a Witch (which I will probably write more about later) is the book following Wicked, which I saw a couple months ago and absolutely loved.  And Lives of the Saints is my current meditation catalyst (I will probably talk about that one in my other blog).

So, there we have it. I’ve lost it. I love technology way too much, and I carry it around with me!

Electric Blue, Party Line, & A Wicked Rain

I picked Tanaya up from work. Something in our schedules just worked out, and she was able to go to Hot Topic with me. So….this means that at some point during this week there should be some blue in my hair.

For the actual work part of my day, I spent a good deal of time setting up the benefit dinner plans for Dolores Mission. This included rescheduling a band, the rental of chairs and tables, and catering. Some days I think it would be kind of cool to plan parties for people….but then I think I should just stick with photography. It’s an interesting orchestration of people and vendors and well STUFF to get one of these shindigs underway. I’ve done four now. The biggest for 500 people, and each has ended up quite well.

It was the most gorgeous day we’ve had in a month! Too bad I was inside for most of it, but I still appreciate the fact that it existed. It was nice to not have to wear 6 layers of clothing and shiver all day.

Wicked Rain….is for another day. It’s a song…not a weather statement.

Coffee y Los Lobos

I have just realized what the problem is going to be with launching our new 643Ink website...that’s all I’m going to want to do!

It’s a shame to have a full-time job that actually pays you when you really would be rather doing something that generates zero dollars.

So far this morning the best things I’ve done are have a great cup of coffee, listen to the “Live at the Fillmore” album of the Los Lobos for probably the 300th time, and done a host of chores related to 643Ink.  I’m at work now…but I’m blogging again. It’s just way too much fun!

Oh! And I found a place to buy “semi-permanent” blue hair dye. This should be a good week!


When I was walking home from church today, I saw the perfect place to stand to take the pictures that I’ve been dreading taking.

In our attempts to market 643 Photography and our newly launched 643Ink, we knew that we were going to have to market ourselves to some degree. I was not looking forward to this at all. I was okay with marketing ourselves through words—I’m happy to write. I was dreading having pictures taken of myself.

However, the weather overruled me today. It seemed like the perfect day to run around downtown LA and grab the perfect shots to launch our site. And it was! Check out our newly launched 643Ink.

These are some of my favorites of me:

For all the pictures of me, take a look at my Flickr feed. It’s probably a once in a lifetime opportunity…. 😉