Virginia Breaks

Road Trip

Robin and I recently made a trip to Eastern Kentucky to look at some property. We stayed two nights at the lodge at The Breaks Interstate Park, in Virginia, just across the border from Kentucky. Here are a few snaps from the trip.

The name “Breaks” was derived from the break in Pine Mountain created by the Russell Fork of the Big Sandy River as it carved a 1000-foot deep gorge on its way to join the Ohio River.

View from behind the Banquet Hall

Yours truly

Banquet Hall

Front Office

I’m climbing the stairway to heaven

Tis the season

The deer were abundant

LOOK OUT

Portrait of the Artist

Those are the Breaks

On the Edge

NO KINGS RALLY 10/18/2025

Louisville, Kentucky

The NO KINGS rally of October 18, 2025, was the largest single protest in American history. What did we demand? Freedom and Liberty.

Here are my pictures from that day in Louisville, Kentucky.

Silence is Defeat
AMERICA YOU ARE BEING ABUSED
IMPEACH SHITLER
NO KINGS
Real Patriots Love the Constitution

FUCK ICE

NO KINGS
Congressman Morgan McGarvey

Every Picture Tells a Story

The Real Lives Behind the Lens and the Pen

In the quiet corners of everyday life, ordinary people often find themselves immortalized in ways they never imagined—through the viewfinder of a photographer or the ink of a writer’s pen. Whether captured candidly in a photograph or reimagined as a character in a story, these individuals unknowingly lend their lives to art. They become more than just passersby or background figures; they transform into muses, metaphors, and living echoes of human experience.

For photographers, the world is a living gallery of moments waiting to be captured. A weathered man sitting on a park bench, the way light dances across a child’s laughing face, or the tension etched into the shoulders of a woman walking alone—each scene is a potential story. Often, the subject has no idea that they have just stepped into the pages of a visual playbook. Their gestures, expressions, and the energy they radiate become a part of something greater—a reflection of mood, culture, or emotion. The photograph freezes their reality and elevates it into art.

Writers, on the other hand, weave people into narrative form. A conversation overheard on a train, a barista’s nervous smile, or an old friend’s resilience in grief—these fragments of life often become seeds of inspiration. The people we meet or merely observe become the blueprints for characters, sometimes in exact likeness, sometimes stitched together from multiple souls. Writers borrow bits of reality to create fiction that feels true. In doing so, they honor the people who left a mark, however briefly.

But this transformation from real life into art raises questions of representation and authenticity. Do we owe something to the people who unknowingly inspire us? Can we ever truly separate observation from invention? Photographers and writers alike walk this fine line, striving to capture truth while also interpreting it through their own lens of feeling and intent.

There is something sacred in this quiet transaction between life and art. Most people will never know they’ve been captured in a fleeting frame or mirrored in a fictional life. But perhaps that is part of the beauty. Their existence, however small in the context of a wider story, becomes part of a legacy—proof that the ordinary is worth remembering. They live on not as anonymous figures, but as meaningful presences in someone else’s vision.

Ultimately, art imitates life not just in grand gestures, but in the subtle details of everyday existence. The people we pass on sidewalks, sit beside in waiting rooms, or share a moment of silence with in elevators—these are the characters of our collective narrative. Photographers and writers are merely the witnesses, the translators. And through their work, these real lives continue to speak.

The Continuing Saga of Sailor and Lula

Jersey Girl

I’m going to cross that River to the Jersey side.

Well I’ve lost my equilibrium and my car keys and my pride,
The tattoo parlor’s warm, and so I hustle there inside
And the grinding off the buzz-saw, “What you want that thing to say?”
I says, “Just don’t misspell her name, buddy, she’s the one that got away
Breathe in Peace
Tattoos while you wait
Universal Sign Language

All photos by the author

Galveston, Day 5

The continuing saga…

Ghost Dog and Buddha went on a road trip to Galveston, Texas from October 1, 2020 – October 8, 2020. This is their story.

Early morning run
On the Rocks
A Fisherman of men
The Old man and the Sea
The Sand Piper
The Rising Sun
Gazing at the Gulf
On the Ferry to Bolivar Peninsula
Meanwhile back at the pool for drinks
Bishop’s Palace
Sealy Mansion

Sacred Heart

Rumor has it that this statue point the way to the best gay bar in Galveston

The 1940 Sears Building

Thanks for watching! Meanwhile, stay tuned for further adventures of Ghost Dog and the Buddha.