words splash real...

words splash real...they have been the one true constant in my world as things have constantly changed and I drifted into the void of the night....I was fortunate enough to capture the thick magical light on an august day in the qua...there was also the sadness as they have begun the rape of the gorge...that to me more than anything is a testament to their callous way of being...insenstive to the rape of the land why should they care about the bombing in afghanistan or iraq?...I find it amazing that I can still feel after living through decades of plunder and rape and yes those are strong words and I mean them....since I have been fifteen I have watched the individuals of my generation be sheep....some strong...some week but all infilitrated by the american disease...the one thing I never wanted to be was my parents and one by one just about everyone adopted the man's ideology...in most respects how could they not which such an onslaught of american consumer culture...these pictures here in this moment an continuation of my expression in proustian manner as interpreted through kerouac down to me...