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…
We idled, imprisoned in traffic on an anonymous stretch of expressway. Expressway is an oxymoron if ever there was one. The vista before us was a dystopian sea of rear ends, SUVs, sedans, eighteen wheelers, box trucks, and the rippling puckered air of exhaust fumes. At three o’clock in the afternoon we had run into…
We would walk almost every day, my friend and I. She had a sweet little black cocker spaniel who needed walking and I needed the exercise as well as the comradery. The three of us walked down little-used roads, country lanes, and decrepit old tarmacs. They were ideal for our long rambles and perfect for…
Maybe he suffers from some form of jungle fever. Or perhaps it is the effect of alien gamma rays on acorns. Who knows? Whatever the cause, the old cane chair on my front stoop has become an obsession for a neighborhood squirrel who obviously suffers from some form of dementia or delusion. My suspicion is…
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…
Show of Small Works – Opening Night Reception It is a nasty night with snow icing up the roads and windows. The gallery is mobbed, awash with winterized bodies. Like anonymous bundles from Amazon clad in all- weather packaging, they pile up just inside the door, looking stunned by the sheer press of…