We Come In Peace

June 28, 2009 by ·  


Luminous Beings Captured On Infrared Thermal Film

        It is not every day that you get to photograph something that is not from this planet. These beings, shrouded in light that was invisible to my naked eyes, beamed to life in this infrared image. I had been hunting something completely different, yet equally elusive as extra-terrestrial life, so I was already camouflaged to an obscene degree. That’s when I saw them.

        Facing west at about 2:15am, while standing on an uninhabited island off the coast of California, I had no idea these beings, or the debris strewn ramp on which they were working were there until I happened to look in that direction through the viewfinder in my camera. It was pitch black to my human eyes. Through the camera’s lens however, they gleamed so brightly that it was just impossible to pull any detail from the blown out highlights. I managed to remain completely undetected by these beings while capturing dozens of images of these being while they prepared for what turned out to be their departure. Images of these aliens, moving objects around, blasting huge plugs of infrared light in to the sky, and what I believe was one being of light being disciplined with what is best described as a floating stream of water, controlled by an unseen force. When the floating device touched the alien, it was like throwing bacon on a hot griddle. None of these shots were composed to my liking though, and were subsequently destroyed.

        While taking the images, I felt no worry about being discovered, because I felt that even if I was, I wouldn’t be probed. I believe probing by aliens is a stereotype that would not apply here. In my opinion, these, aliens, not the entire race of aliens, but these particular astronaut aliens would be more into gaming than probing. I would think that controlling flight between galaxies is like playing an XBOX Infinity. These aliens might be looking for uranium or platinum, so nothing inside me would interest them at all. Bringing the zoom all the way back out, and switching to regular light film, revealed a different scene altogether. I’m not sure which I like better, but at least you can see where the inspiration for one lead to the other.


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June 27, 2009 by ·  

Who Do you Think You Are?

With the calm and coolness of a man about to commit murder, this guy taunted the leaf before smashing it under his foot.  There was nothing I could do, because I really didn’t care if he smashed the leaf or not.  What I did care about was ensuring the final moments of this leaf would be recorded by me, so that no one could accuse me of fabricating these particular events.

The unmarked grave, somewhere near the Mexican border this leaf is now resting in will one day become a sacred and hallowed place, but until that time, it will just have to be a field behind an empty warehouse.


One day, this leaf will join it’s carbon family, and may become oil itself, or might become a part OF the oil, like his bottled friends to the right.  Either way, they will say that it went before it’s time.  It was sent to whatever is next through an act of murder.  Distraught over the loss of their friend, most of the other trees in the area threw their leaves to the ground that fall…  All except the pine trees, who didn’t seem to care at all.

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Steam Powered Giraffe In Balboa Park

June 23, 2009 by ·  

Steam Powered Giraffe

Steam Powered Giraffe

        What happens when you HAVE to do something you enjoy, but you don’t want to do it? Being forced to do what you enjoy should be, by definition, impossible. Oh, but it is NOT impossible! Elaborate this point in your own head. Do it. Do it now!

Minstrels From The Back

What A Difference Shooting From Behind Makes!

        These face-painted space travelers named, “Steam Powered Giraffe” only managed to rapture the audience in front of them. From the rear, they had no color, super-powers or faces. They were reduced to mere people wearing worn out shoes on a hot day, carrying heavy objects and counting on charity from strangers to refill their water bottles. They enjoyed the front while I enjoyed to back. Only one of us can be right so, I’m right!

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Miniature Coronado Dinosaur Cage

June 7, 2009 by ·  

Dinosaur Cage

Foreground: All that remains of the I.B Limited Miniature Railroad. Background: Dinosaur Cage.

The Navy’s 800 foot diameter dinosaur cage on the southern tip of Coronado Bay has contained some of the more vicious breeds of dinosaurs ever created through genetic engineering.  From 1964-1999, the USN denied the very existence of the cage and it’s contents, despite being located in plain view of the busiest beach in all of California.

In the late 1980’s an author named Michael Crichton was marooned on Coronado during a bridge closure and while exploring the Silver Strand in that interim, came upon the cage, and was inspired to write a novel that would ultimately force the United States Government to admit the existence of the cage, and the poor location they selected to place it.

You see, after having George Lucas read “Jurassic Park” to him as a bedtime story, Steven Spielberg decided to make a movie about dinosaurs…  REAL dinosaurs.  Spielberg and crew managed to steal a few dinosaurs from the cage, film them for Jurassic Park and expose the truth to the world.  Forced with seeing dinosaurs on the big screen that looked exactly like dinosaurs living in the cage the Navy claimed didn’t exist was just too much evidence.  In 1999 the Navy admitted the cage was there, executed the dinosaurs and abandoned the site.

Becoming smaller & smaller in our minds ever since, the site was then used as the location for a beach side miniature railroad, but was destroyed in 2003 by miniature plane enthusiasts during The Centennial of Flight Celebration Riots.

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Tarantula Hawk Kills A Spider

June 1, 2009 by ·  

Wasp Kills Spider

The Spider’s Eyes Are Like A Doll’s Eyes

        As this wasp tracked down and hunted the spider, one veteran of The Battle of Palm Springs and I were present. Knowing the last living thing this spider would see, besides the wasp that would ultimately see to his demise was me gave me reason to snap his or her photo as the light went out out it’s eye.

        The eye of the spider showed defeat and when the wasp dragged the spider under a shrub, I wondered if the spider had a mind anything like mine, and what terrors would be going through that mind, if it did.

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