With its eerie beginning, I saw a pulsating harsh light within a horror movie scene. But also, lighthouse stood for the moon and its sometimes evil direction.


The melody itself is tranquil sounding at times but leading into parts that hint at excitement and even adventure. In the end though, it’s a longing for home that takes over.


It begins as a seemingly steady pulse, but then the real rhythmic structure emerges from the dimly lit mist as the one you thought was pounding out downbeats is actually syncopated! Ha! Tricked you!


“You’re not going to lose me. You’ve given me a taste for life. I wanna be happy. Sleep in a bed, have roots. And you’ll never be alone again, Mathilda.” This was the quote from the 1994 movie, “The Professional,” that came to mind when I was trying to name the kitten I had picked up from a local rescue group.

What the Hell Happened?

My passion for photography has all but vanished. How to deal? Google and learn to embrace the meh of life.

Penny In Light

The Burn

I recorded this piece about 8 years ago – long before I ever saw Twin Peaks on Netflix. But, the bass line during the full band section is definitely channeling some Laura Palmer angst. File this one under music for films not yet made.

Creatures of the Pond

I stumbled upon E.T. around the Maymont pond. He was feeling a bit stiff. Wooden, if you will. Nearby, The Fly. Jeff Goldblum never looked better after being teleported a couple of times and sucking up fly and teleport pod “stuff.”

Pacific Cross

It’s been a while since I brought in some judicious split-toning. It’s one of the first things I started experimenting with when I got my first dSLR and felt that it really helped my work stand out among the growing din of digital photographers.

What Tacky Lights Look Like in the Daytime

Christmas is over and New Year’s has passed. Now it’s time to clean up the mess. The life of the snow people, manger inhabitants, reindeer and santas will now be put on hold in storage. They had a good run. Not so much during the daytime though.


Spring is Coming

I’ve hit a rut. Plain and simple. Not quite sure what happened, but I would imagine just about every “blogger” out there goes through it. Shoot. Any writer, painter, composer, or poet. It happens. Get over it.

Crossing Over