A Room with a View

In late April, Jon Seaborn and his friend Alfredo Grotto were arriving by train to Porta Santa Lucia, a small town in Italy on the Mediterranean coast. The town itself dates back to the 15th century. The streets are paved with cobblestone, each stone seemingly able to tell it’s own story through its dents and... Continue Reading →

A Scene On The Train

A snippet from a novella that started as a blog but I just kept writing. Sophia and Jon are the two main characters and in this scene they are on board a train to . . . a city in Europe... Enjoy!   People moved about freely. Our conductor arrived to check our passports. A... Continue Reading →

The art of Being in San Francisco

The choir of seagulls, they gather at dock of Fisherman's Wharf. The royal red crab lay there still. The clackety ‘ol streetcar heard up the hill. The coldest Bay in July. The coldest day in July. The street poet tells an urban lore The scene for those who dare be poor. The cigarette ban at... Continue Reading →

Graffiti

When I was a teenager in New York I had a strange urge to write on the side of a building using spray paint. I look back today at that and I find the same urge but to put on paper. I would get arrested right now if I would write “Graffiti. But as a... Continue Reading →

Changing Gears

Neutral in your car gets you nowhere unless you're on a downward roll. That's right, a downward roll. I think I'd rather be moving in an upward motion. I woke up one day and found myself coasting.  I worked hard to get where I am and yet I was coasting, it happens. Creating my life... Continue Reading →

A Few From My Snapshot Gallery

I compiled a few photographs that I like to call art, that instill a sense of peace. The purpose is meant to help beautify the world and express the feeling of the moment in which I captured it. "Art is a fruition of man's dreams come true".  Enjoy the photos. "Jammin' Jensen" A night on... Continue Reading →

A Time for Every Purpose

“A time to weep, a time to laugh” Ecclesiastes 3:4. Jon Seaborn is running behind schedule on a Tuesday morning. He was envisioning the photo shoot of a young couple and their small child. He was starting to sweat as he knew the young woman who hired him is expecting another. -A Time to be... Continue Reading →

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑