Julian
Hipstamatic Prints
Photos taken on my iPhone with Hipstamatic. (Click for larger versions)
Candle
Hats
This Way
Footlight
Boots
Finished
Boarding
Draino
Saturday Chores
Dirty Birds, PB
Bass
Jazz 101
Pioneer Cemetery, Julian, CA
Mobile photo taken on a road trip with the most fascinating Sheryl Taylor.
Spring Tulips
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
An eternity in an hour.
–William Blake
Morgan Davis’s Waffle House Blues
Check out this rockin’ video by award-winning blues musician and my good friend, Morgan Davis. (We are related only by the sheer coolness of our names). His song, titled “Waffle House Blues” from his Painkiller CD, is as coincidental as our shared monikers.
John's Waffle Shop -- Good to the last bite
Ironically, for twenty years, my dad (Morgan “Bud” Davis) owned a world-famous waffle shop in prestigious La Jolla, California. John’s Waffle Shop had a long and rich history as told in this San Diego Union Tribune article.
It was a landmark for 50 years before it became an endangered anachronism in the hoity-toity, ritz and glitz of downtown La Jolla. Due to prohibitive increases in rent, Dad had to close it.
I miss those crispy, golden brown waffles, hot coffee, and the character of a place that defied time itself for half a century. That’s something to sing the blues over, for sure. Just as Morgan laments in his song, those who loved eating there “don’t feel so nice” about its demise either.
Find out more about Morgan Davis and his awesome blues music at www.morgandavis.com. Peace, Morgan! 
The Boundary Between Day and Night
“God stretches the northern sky over empty space
and hangs the earth on nothing.
He wraps the rain in his thick clouds,
and the clouds don’t burst with the weight.
He covers the face of the moon,
shrouding it with his clouds.
He created the horizon when he separated the waters;
he set the boundary between day and night.
The foundations of heaven tremble;
they shudder at his rebuke.
By his power the sea grew calm.
By his skill he crushed the great sea monster.
His Spirit made the heavens beautiful,
and his power pierced the gliding serpent.
These are just the beginning of all that he does,
merely a whisper of his power.
Who, then, can comprehend the thunder of his power?”
Job 26:7-14
Rays of Hope
Hope is a funny thing. Without it, there’s no reason to continue. But you have to be willing to let it raise you high into the air and slam you hard to the ground. And when you’re down there, hope is still all you have left.
Clouds Like Angels
They came like unexpected and undeserved blessings.
San Diego Glory
This is the incredible view I am blessed to see everyday (although this sunset was quite spectacular) from my home atop the hills in La Mesa.
Christmas Eve Sunset 2009
