Who knows?

Almost pure art.

That’s what this picture evolved into from almost nothing. I started with a picture of magenta flowers on a blue handicapped parking sign. I went sort of crazy. I kept going until I arrived at this picture. I have no idea what it means. I seem to be stuck in space, so it kind of looks like that to me. Maybe it’s about the birth of planets. Maybe not.

I have a very busy day. I’m grateful for that. I still keep reading about people who are bored out of their minds. I suspect that they are the ones who want everything to open up right now. I have no idea why they are bored. There is so much that they could be doing. Aside from the usual Netflix binging, they could learn a new skill, create art, learn to cook, bake something, get healthy, take a walk, and the list goes on forever.

If all else fails, they could sleep. The kind of stress that we are all feeling puts a heavy strain upon the body. The brings extreme tiredness. Rest. Sleep. You’ll feel a lot better.

I’ve been reading a lot about what comes next. There are many writers that are no doubt smarter than I, who are calling for huge and positive changes. A lot of old systems are broken. Who wants to return to that? The only people who are trying to force this new genie into the bottle are the real rich oldsters who don’t want to progress because they will be the losers. They know it and we know it.

That said, I’m an oldster. For some reason I don’t think like we do. They say as you grow older you become more conservative. Not me. While I haven’t swung over to progressiveness, I haven’t moved from just slightly left of center. I’m certainly not conservative.

None of those descriptors are bad things. We need each other to create a balance. We need each other to move forward into a good and positive recovery.

Here’s one thing that we all agree on. Right, left and center all agree that our infrastructure is a wreck. Bridges fail, roads are potholed, many of our airports are third world, are rail systems border on non-existent and so on and so on. Our president used to proclaim infrastructure weeks only to have them devolve into something else.

Now is the time to take this seriously.

Many people won’t have jobs to return to. Those that do may find their hours cut, their salaries reduced and their benefits slashed. They’ll need better paying full time work. Rebuilding our infrastructure isn’t all labor. It’s also computer folks of all stripes. It’s planners and managers. It’s administrators and analysts. These are not short term jobs. This problem won’t be dealt with in a year or five. We are looking at decades just to get back to zero. And, more time to improve our systems.

That’s just one thing that needs serious repair. We could probably think of ten or a thousand more. When the Republican side of Congress spouts, “this is not the time to…,” when the hell is the time?

Oh wait. Kickbacks and bribes. They have to figure out how that will work.

That’s my idea. What are some of yours?

Stay safe. Enjoy every sandwich.

In the gloaming.

Very experimental.

Since the all seeing dog isn’t walking so far these days because she isn’t quite well, I haven’t been looking about very much.

I’d start seriously looking for pictures as our restrictions drop, but the sky is too blue and the sun is too bright. Ridiculous, I know. My best work is done either at the ends of the day or in bad weather. We’ve had some powerful rain. At night. Everytime. Usually at like 2 or 3 am.


I’m reworking a lot of pictures using new techniques and apps.

I think you’ve seen the base picture. I know the folks who follow me on Instagram have. I’ve experimented so much on this one that I think if I posted the two versions side by side you might not recognize the original version.

I’ve been posting a lot of bright, hopeful pictures. Now, it’s time for the other side of the coin. The picture is dark. It’s broken. It’s eerie. The bright balls of color come from someplace else. Are they good? Bad? That’s up to you. And, me.

To me, it looks like some kind of space alien invasion. I may be seeing it that way because we’ve been watching a bunch of space aliens invading the earth on Netflix. They’ve imprinted themselves on my brain.

Or, it might just have to do with the state of our planet, and the general lack of leadership needed to win the war against the virus.

Which brings me to a piece I read in The New York Times about old school wars and what’s happened since World War II. During that war we fought to win. Since then, we’ve fought to hold the line, ending combat in a stalemate. You may not approve of warfare. Or, you might. I fall in the former category because I saw the truth. That said, I still believe if you are going to fight, you should fight to win.

That’s not what’s happening in our war against CoVid-19. Our national leaders seem content to hold the line instead of killing the virus. The death count keeps rising, yet we have been encouraged — no, make that bullied — into opening businesses too soon. In many places, way too soon.

You know the potential result. Another virus surge in places where it has calmed down. Or, there will be lies about the success. I read both sides of the story, conservative and liberal. I reckon that somewhere in the middle lies a bit of truth.


I read a piece written by a conservative writer who actually works in The White House. He wrote that Florida’s open standards have been a success. Success? My ass. There have been 2,500 new cases in the last three days. Who know how many people that those newly tested people have infected. And, where they live. Some success.

The way to win this war is to put politics aside, appoint a single leader and give him or her all the powers of a wartime president. That means requiring companies who can make all sorts of protective gear to make it. That requires the power to shut down the country if need be. That requires the power to help our foundering states and cities.

I know, I know. The far right will scream bloody murder saying that they don’t want to live in a socialist state. The horse is way out of the barn on that one. The minute we accepted $1,200 checks we became a little more socialist. The minute businesses accepted PPP aid, we became a little more socialist. Free food distributed by The National Guard. More socialist.

Get over it.

Shutting down the country is a little tricky. There are no good choices. Shut down business for too long and there will be extreme financial ruin the likes of which we’ve never seen. Don’t shut it down and the virus continues to run in cycles. There will be death and… more financial ruin. The likes of which we’ve never seen.

I’ve always been a “cut the leg off to save the body” kind of guy so you know what I think. Win the damn war. Don’t let us wander around in the desert for 30 years.

Stay safe. Enjoy every sandwich.