Here’s another image featuring Pia Pilar Mogollon. It comes from a series shot at the Tumacacori Mission in the community of Carmen, south of Tucson.
I rarely work with a model, unless it is for a freelance assignment. When I do, it is usually my friend Pia Pilar Mogollon, pictured here at Cowtown Keeylocko, west of Tucson.
Follow the current through the city that lies in ruins
Bottle is washed up but the message is missing
Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings
Pay the price of admission
Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors
Till I step through the window
Over the river, coat of feathers sweeping out of view
Weigh the difference, the scales…
Remember before 9-11, when the Revolutionary Association of the Women of Afghanistan was all the rage among US liberals, who called for everything up to and including military action to liberate these women from their oppression?
Remember 2002 when, after we had routed the Taliban, this man became the new president of Afghanistan, destined to usher in an era of freedom and democracy?
A couple years ago, we went to Bisbee with friends on a beautiful sunny day. I was able to get a number of decent images that day, but my favorite had to be the Optimo Hat Store, and its owner, S.
I love KXCI, because I hear gems like this.
Ani Di Franco: Fuel - Live in New York
When I had the opening a couple weeks ago for the exhibit of paintings by my grandkids, Mila was unable to attend due to the flu.
I think of myself as an image collector, hence the title. The closest I come to a selfie is usually a shot of my shadow.
Beginning the new “semester” of art classes for my grandkids. This time we are going in two different directions.
That’s How The Light Gets In