Canine Obscura

Pre-Pandemic LA: January













































Thinking of Eggleston

Chosen by the Light
Suddenly Last Summer





















From January and February





Oh Snap!

What We’re Talking About When We Talk About Light

Apologies to Raymond Carver. Reposted from the early days of 50lux.com I think of the best stuff when I’m half asleep. It’s called hypnagogia and …
What We’re Talking About When We Talk About Light
Perspectives
Dog Runner

Airtime

Photo Challenge: Where I Start My Day

I decided to challenge myself to make a presentable photograph sitting from the spot where I start my day. I haven’t thought of what to challenge myself with next but I hope it’s something more monumental.
Four From Last Year…
Watching Me
Sidecar

Smoke Shop Now Open

12 From Sunday












Skylight

Sunday at Home
Saturday in Black & White
As Seen on an Evening Walk
Color Beams

Showtime

All That Glitters

The Green Monster

You’re My Dawg

Wake Up 50lux! A Gallery







Tendrils

If you’re reading this then you too are participating in an experiment to see whether I can find happiness in this new completely changed version of WordPress. Let’s see how this works.
All My Friends Know the Low Rider
Protected: For Antonia
Green Peace



Living For the City

Branch Bare
The Good, the Bad, and a ’67 Corvair
On the Road to Shambala















































The Atmosphere of Light
Aspect Ratio
Pandemic Street: Our Actions Today
Doctor My Eyes
Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long
‘Cause I have wandered through this world
And as each moment has unfurled
I’ve been waiting to awaken from these dreams
And as each moment has unfurled
I’ve been waiting to awaken from these dreams
People go just where they will
I never noticed them until I got this feeling
That it’s later than it seems
I never noticed them until I got this feeling
That it’s later than it seems
Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what you see
I hear their cries
Just say if it’s too late for me
Tell me what you see
I hear their cries
Just say if it’s too late for me
~Jackson Browne
Outdoor Furniture
Pandemic Street: Arts and Leisure
Pandemic Street: The iPhone Photographs
Field of Play
Thanks For Teaching Me to Shoot, Mom.

Something in the Air

Working From Home
A Contrary Iranian Opinion on Suleimani

The Killing of General Suleimani Has United Iranians in Anger Against the U.S. So says the New York Times here. A comment by Laurie in New Jersey offers another perspective.
I think it is an error to say, as the author of this article does, “Iran is united—in anger at the United States”, and “the nation rallied behind its leaders”. The silent majority of Iran stays silent as they cannot speak out truthfully. I have Iranian family, who tell me that the vast majority of their fellow citizens despise the Islamic government, and are very happy that Suleimani was killed, as they consider him an evil killer of their own people. They cannot say what they really think because they fear arrest, torture, or death.
Late this afternoon I drove past the Federal Building in Westwood CA and there was a medium sized group of Iranian Americans who I believe were not united in anger against the U.S. But I’ll leave their protest signs to speak for them.








































































