Prints!

(pics are links)

Chuggin' right along! I'll be sharing a tent with my friend at the Art Whino Marcatus fair in the National Harbor August 7. Details here.

So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here

Feeling like this lately

Wishin' I felt more like this

Hello again

Soon this will be a peach.

And soon this will be a business.
Stay tuned...

Make a little birdhouse in your soul

It is a wonderful feeling to think of all the beautiful and loving things surrounding you and feel blessed.

Pinta and Santa Maria

Welcome to our home Nina!

And our hearts

Lately

I'm sure everyone's doing it, but here's how I've been doing it.

I've been climbing to the top of the world

I've been lookin' out

I usually decide to stay a while

I've been finding logs made by Van Gogh

I've been having picnics

I've been showing some leg, and have the grass marks to prove it

My photos have a lot of sky in them lately. I think that's a good thing.

Shadows

I remember, as a child, staring into the quiet spaces on high ledges or behind bleachers or in between child-sized hamster tunnels in the McDonalds play area where dust, debris, bits of paper, perished flies, defeated balloons, and various evidence of the living collected and sat undisturbed. It always gave me comfort to stare at these spaces, to fixate on their peacefulness, and to revel in how undisturbed and passive they were. I don't really remember the overall appearance of many places from long ago, but if I think about these quiet spaces, I find that I can conjure the very real feeling of being in that space once again, and, perhaps more pointedly, the sharp pang of the passage of time.







It happened often that, during the Civil War, people who were watching a battle from only a few hundred yards away would not hear any sound of the struggle. The sounds of the guns and screams and cannons were carried away and deposited somewhere else. They called this phenomenon "acoustic shadows."