Sunday, October 30, 2011

Telling Tales

Telling Tales by Damian Gadal
Another day slowly fades into night,
the sinking sun showcases the sky...
in golden light.

Behind the sea the sun hides,
darkness rolling forth...
nocturnal mystery springs from ocean tides.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Distorted View

Distorted View by Damian Gadal
Bring on the night,
colors of the day,
gone, red
out on the streets of the city,
L.A.
The city about, the city obscene
brown bag joy, old men
attack dogs attached to blind...
and corner street women,
mothers of sin,
brown air...
I'm on the streets...
it was a dare...

Friday, October 28, 2011

End of the day

End of the day by Damian Gadal
When it all comes together,
though I almost passed it by,
getting from here to there,
all gone in the blink of an eye...
forgetting the when and where...

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Momentum

Momentum by Damian Gadal
To keep moving,
to find out where the road takes me,
some things need proving...
the journey holds the key...

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Sand Toes

Sand Toes by Damian Gadal
Do it quick,
make it now,
the moment passes,
excuses end it all...

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

One and the same

One and the same by Damian Gadal
Born knowing only life,
what is to be, is to be,
like hardship and strife,
none knows their destiny...

Monday, October 24, 2011

Under the tree

Under the tree by Damian Gadal
We'll find some rest,
before we're on our way...
Joy and jest,
to fill the day....

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Whenever I'm Alone

Whenever I'm Alone by Damian Gadal
Lost in a moment,
a flash of feelings, immense...
Like an ocean only bigger, bolder
and more mysterious...

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Room for all

Room for all by Damian Gadal
Small splashes along the shore,
murmur more than roar,
a concert of the sea,
lead us on our way,
as we conclude another day...
in these moments we are free.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Sunlight Shelter

Sunlight Shelter by Damian Gadal
one last moment together,
the goodbyes are said,
until we meet again...

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Bay Bridge

Bay Bridge by Damian Gadal
With the soft colors of the night,
as the mist rolls in, shadows dance,
the bridge comes to life in light...

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Unlikely

Unlikely by Damian Gadal
We paid with our lives,
for the life we wanted,
with our hearts,
for the love we needed,
with our years,
for the time we desired...
fighting for and losing
all that was ours....

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Monday, October 17, 2011

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Pointing Out To Sea

Pointing Out To Sea by Damian Gadal
It's been a year of challenge.  Leaving photography on the back burner.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Small World Books

Small World Books by Damian Gadal
It's an end of an era, ushered in by the transformation of the times.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Under the tree

Under the tree by Damian Gadal
Where one can take a moment to reflect, and slow the world down.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Friday, October 7, 2011

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Make the world yours

Make the world yours by Damian Gadal
“Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.” - Steve Jobs

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Back to life

Back to life by Damian Gadal
The rains have come early this year, bringing much needed rejuvenation.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Not Forgotten

Not Forgotten by Damian Gadal
Though the wounds may never heal,
Don't think that you're not remembered.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

On the phone

On the phone by Damian Gadal
Life's full of distractions. So much so, that I may end up having to crash a photowalk, as the time to register came and went.