As She put shoulder to rising sun, she had remembered what her Father and Mother had said “Only those who attempt the absurd, achieve the impossible”
SO… why do they fly so low to ocean-wave and floor? We were in Mancos, Colorado when I picked up his print; A Tim Cox creation called “Just for the Heck of it”. One of my favorite paintings.. It depicts a cowboy, in full rain gear, holding reins in one hand, steadying hat with…
I came across an interesting pattern and the words for it, but had to wait for the bird to cooperate, and just before it left my viewers frame… it pitched and rolled as if it new what I was up to. Wind Mill Marsh Mill Bird Mill Three Onshore winds Rushing Brushing Past me…
What does this remind you of? In 1946 Mr. Miles V. Sullivan patented the “Drinking Bird” whose origins are from a 1910s China toy called the “Insatiable Birdie” … A toy that appears to be of perpetual motion but in reality is an example of thermodynamics and a working theory of the heat engine.…
“No one had more fun than I”… Not sure how to take that one.. At first I wanted to do research on Mr. Jones, the inscription, and his memorial; find out what those words meant to him, but as quick as that thought rose, I dismissed it.. I don’t want to know what those…
Up very early morning…downtown Old Montreal heading towards the Notre Dame Basilica at Place d’Armes (seen in the background); listening to quiet city noise when thought was interrupted by old-fashoined school-bell sound. It was to alert the Montreal Fire Department of an emergency. I quickly set up: low ISO, f/11 aperture; pushing shutter speed…
I have been watching him for months now.. To the point where I have named him; “Robert the Ramblin’ Row Boat” or “Rob” for short. Every time I drive by Cohasset Harbor I see Rob; always moving: Up, down, left, right, forward, backwards… He just can’t seem to settle down.. Well this morning Rob…
Why does an Ocean have to be of water; of wave Of crashing rhythmic sound. Can it not be of rock; of depth Of rolling rhythmic echo. They are both Ocean Atlantic Wave … Canyon Deep They are both sublime
Forgetting the subject in front of me, loosely focused on the tree tops; just over the grassy knoll…but not looking at them directly. Kind of how one looks at those trick posters or painting where you try not to focus on the picture itself so as to bring out the hidden secret that lies…
The SUSAN T…. It tells me, and reminds me, that this is the season of change… The air is energized with it…fresh and new… Trees are starting to leaf: pinks, yellows, greens, whites, purples, reds to name a few… Grasses are green and growing; demanding to be mowed.. The ocean barriers to beach entrances…