The Painter


Painter’s tools. Paint brushes waiting to be called upon to make art. No. They aren’t mine. You know better. I was walking a couple of the dogs when we came upon our neighbor who does paint. She likes to say hello to the dogs so we know each other a little bit. Her studio isContinue reading “The Painter”

And Then Again


It’s been a while. I’ve been walking around this kind of scene. Passing it by. For some reason, I stopped. I made a picture. This picture. I guess something caught my eye. I know what you are thinking. This is an autumn picture. I promise. It’s not. I made it yesterday. On a very shortContinue reading “And Then Again”

Meaning


Sometimes things aren’t what they seem. See those little white dots? They are little flowers blown off of a bush. That’s what I set out to photograph. Rather than work tightly, I used what amounts to about a 28mm lens. It wasn’t until I started framing the picture in the LCD that I realized whatContinue reading “Meaning”

Accidental Series


Accidental series. Although many artists write very elaborate vision statements when they show their art, I’m not one of them. I think a lot of what we do comes to us by accident. It isn’t planned out. We don’t write outlines of what we are going to do. At least not in the raw creationContinue reading “Accidental Series”

On This Day


Daylight again, following me to bed I think about a hundred years ago, how my fathers bled I think I see a valley, covered with bones in blue All the brave soldiers that cannot get older been askin’ after you Hear the past a callin’, from Armegeddon’s side When everyone’s talkin’ and no one isContinue reading “On This Day”

On a Sunday


Sunday. Memorial Sunday. In New Orleans, today is the day we memorialize our war dead. The guys who gave their fullest. The guys who never made it home. This is their day. We have a ceremony. Their graves are covered with little American flags. There are speeches. We ring the bell. We pay them theContinue reading “On a Sunday”

My Place


I’ve long said that when I die, just throw my body in a dumpster somewhere. People can grieve or celebrate my passing, but I won’t care where you leave me. There’s a lot of tongue in cheek in that paragraph, but seriously. Physical remains don’t really matter. That said, I was driving by a locationContinue reading “My Place”

I Was Told


They told me. Leave well enough alone. Do I listen? Never. If I did, I wouldn’t be me. After I made the blue watercolor-like picture, I kept going. And, going. Until. I came out here. With this picture. I added a couple of things. More color. All kinds of color. That’s easy to spot. WhatContinue reading “I Was Told”

Simplicity


A study in blue. I’ve said in the past that I wished that I could paint. Before you tell me that I should try, I have. I have paints. Brushes. Paper. I’ve taken classes. Workshops. One on one learning. I have good hand — eye — coordination. For whatever reason, I can’t paint. My failureContinue reading “Simplicity”

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