Life in the City of Angels: Sikh’s of L. A. Women’s March 2018

Women March 2018Sikhism preaches that people of different races, religions, or sex are all equal in the eyes of God. It teaches the full equality of men and women. Women can participate in any religious function or perform any Sikh ceremony or lead the congregation in prayer.

Serving Kindness, honors Sikh teachings of selfless service and equality through langar, which is a free community kitchen. In Sikh tradition divisions based on differences and status of religions, caste, color, age, gender and social status are removed to make way for sharing, community, inclusiveness and oneness.

Sikhs have lived in America for more than 150 years, helped build the Transcontinental Railroad, served valiantly in every major world war, stood at the forefront of civil rights struggles, and were first responders on 9/11. Even though Sikhism is a distinct religion from Islam, many Americans either confuse Sikhs and Muslims.

Life in the City of Angels: Women’s March 2018

Although there’s been no official crowd count, Mayor Eric Garcetti tweeted that 600,000 people attended the Women’s March 2018 in Los Angeles.

 

Have Camera Will Travel: Been There, Done That, Bought A T-Shirt.

JCIn the heart of the belt buckle of the Bible belt stands a 19-story steel cross surrounded by the 14 stations of Christ with a display of the crucifixion of Chris. Located between Interstate 40 and old Route 66 in Groom, Texas. Souvenir gift shop open 9am to 5pm, closed on Sundays.

Driving Miss Mary

Have you ever walked along a shoreline, only to have your footprints washed away? That’s what Alzheimer’s is like. The waves erase the marks we leave behind, all the sand castles. Some days are better than others.
Today, I took mom for an Italian dinner and a drive around her home town of Tulsa, Oklahoma.

Have Camera Will Travel, Been There, Done That, Bought A Tee-Shirt.

Off the I-40 Holbrook, Arizona 

Have Camera Will Travel, Been There, Done That, Bought a Tee-Shirt.

Life in the City of Angels

Naked City

There are eight million stories in the naked city. This is one of them.

 

Life in the City of Angels: My Name is Authanyas and this Hopper Bopper

“Don’t offer me money for Hopper Bopper, we realize everybody is in debt, please no sympathy we are okay.”

 

Life in the City of Angels: Budslap, Jaw Waggin – An Urban Story.

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Witty Metaphorical Monologue Intensifies.

“Jesus you are taking this very seriously bro… It was a joke, stop blithering about an argument we weren’t having over music. Nobody is putting you down, quit being so  fragile man. Lets just remain calm and put the thesaurus brain down on the ground nice and easy like.”

“Wow.. Thank you ..  you know I played your lists in the car… cheeky stuff… friends always ask .. “what’s that you’re listening to?” glad to oblige .. thanks again for your critique.. I’m a Gimini by the way .. been in bands & played all my life .. for me this is real musician’s music.” ..

“Sounds like some kind of a noir fetish man, where did you find that track at a tobacco shop ?… it’s so slow, listening to this, I couldn’t steady myself with too much scotch in the tank…. way too much smoke in my eyes bro. All I could think about was a pair of soft tits, hard balls and the alabaster stems of the wing feathers.. What is the connection man?..Is it the  connections that could keeps you alive or see me dead ? You are more cagier than a Soviet info broker and sharper than a Yakuza blade.”

“Wowww man, I’m shocked with your close minded taste of my music and an attitude of a femme fatal bitch…what did you have for breakfast…a can of dog food?  I wouldn’t even be tempted to playing violin at your mothers funeral… for a dollars man.”

“Dont worry man…you will die, just enjoy your music now. By the way – your heart doesnt want to die, it will fight for you and your body to the last microsecond when it will stop. Be grateful for the light that comes through your pupils, one day they will turn grey and you – you will would be gone forever and your stupid music will be forgotten.”

“Hey ! You ready for lunch ?” 

“Yeah, I’m hungry, your car or mine ?”

“Where do you want to go….Tally Rand or Los Amigos?”

Crossing Borders: Portland, Oregon

Lost Souls of the Columbia River

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