Stand Back from the shamrock. It is loaded for bear and aimed at bad luck. I may not be Irish, and green may not be my best color, but I am still in luck. I say this in all seriousness because over the past few weeks I have averted any number of bad news events…
I have recently struck up an acquaintance with the Flavonoids … Big Daddy Kale, Momma Parsley, Uncle Edamame, Cousin Red Cabbage, Baby Berries, and all the rest. They are an odd bunch, the Flavonoids. As a family, aside from the name, they are mostly boring as hell. But I have to say I respect them…
My mother loved to say, “She has a loose coupling in her train of thought!” Mother felt it was such a clever way to forgive someone their rudeness, and would use it when describing the behavior of those who took it upon themselves to annoy her by interrupting and changing the subject. This was usually…
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…
It was time once again for my tires to be checked and rotated. So I wended my way through the massive road-works and decrepit pavements of Bristol hoping that Bedding Barn had not gone out of business, as Tire Depot lies behind it, and the only signage is a small sandwich board on route six,…
Oy gevalt! Please save me from my fantasy life. Much as I might wish it to be possible, there really is no way I shall ever be mistaken for a sophisticated world traveler sitting at ease in a sidewalk café in Firenze conversing in fluent Italian with passers-by. For one thing, I shall never again…
My get up and go has got up and went. It has abandoned me beside a highway paved with good intentions. After a year and a half of trying, and with all that free time at hand, my resolution to reorganized has created havoc in my household. Like the road to hell, the landscape of…
I recently started posting my artwork on Instagram, and have found it to be a sort of memory-lane @ Deja Vu experience. Oils, watercolors, drawings, tesserae pieces, digital images, toons, and doodles, … you name it, they all hang out in my photo library awaiting an opportunity to be shared. When I scroll through them deciding…
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…
This photo was taken in Ireland, where weathered Celtic stonework remains as a permanent record of mankind’s encounter with capricious death. There are fields of them, those beautiful Celtic crosses. They all look the same but are individual in their beauty. They are evidence of the importance and gravity of death, and man’s recognition of…