As we speed toward autumn, the nights are coming earlier, and the mornings arrive later. The calendar is winding down toward September, and today the air feels as it did when I dressed in plaid and scuffled my way through the leaves on my way to school. There is still a hint of humidity, and…
Ghostly images appear before me as I walk. The sidewalk is imprinted with silhouettes of fallen leaves … like small hands waving goodbye. … each one a reminder of the times we shared, and the blessing of living each day amidst such beauty. With every season Mother Nature, so gracious and forgiving, shares her leaves…
My understanding is that when one practices the art of meditation while in the woods, stretched out on a bed of moss, one is Forest Bathing. Apparently, the sense of peace is quite profound. I am sure it is an amazing experience. However, as I am having more and more difficulty getting up from a…
Some time ago, I produced a series of paintings with images of stilt houses clustered together forming small communities banded together for support against various tidal incursions. This large work is the latest in the series. It has been in a semi-finished state for some time, and I have only now finished it. It differs…
I took this photo years ago while in Maine. I have kept it along with a few other special images that show up whenever I go into my photo gallery. Mostly I transfer new photos out of the gallery into storage files, and see them again only when I go searching. So, why keep this particular…
Years ago, I clipped this Calvin and Hobbs cartoon, and had it pinned to the wall by my desk next to a quote attributed to somebody … maybe Eddie Cantor … about how it took him forty years to become an overnight success. I consider this particular cartoon a truly classic clipping. My mother was…
Pictured here are we all … socially isolated in the midst of an infestation of splodges … clear evidence of the carona-viral-disgusting-infectious-disease-pandemic. The invisible globules have taken control of our world. They are everywhere, those nasty blots of infection. Pictured here as well, is conclusive evidence that I have no idea how plumbing works…
Have you ever noticed the dramatic impact made by the smallest pinpoint of light when it arrives in the darkness? As a metaphor, it has been overused to illustrate all sorts of meaningful events and watershed moments. And, like words used too often the meaning has become meaningless … banal, trite, and ho-hum … a…
I always imagined that Christmas trees are evidence that Old Man Winter has been nagged into submission by Mother Nature. Old Man Winter might be cold and frigid and undeniably unpleasant, but for this short time, he gets dressed up and turns out for holiday celebrations, looking his best at the insistence of Ms. Nature.…