Have you ever stepped in shit? I mean, stepped in shit in a good way? Stepped in a steaming pile of feel-good shit? Yeah, I will get to the politics in a moment, but I first have to talk about shit. Not the Cheech and Chong kind of goood shit. Just general, “My life has improved 100%” good shit. Continue reading »
I love wrist watches. I feel naked without one. Sure, my cellphone keeps accurate time and adjusts automatically as I cross time zones. But it is much easier to look at my wrist than it is to fish my cellphone from my pocket to check the time.
I had a citizen diving watch for many years – back in 1982 it cost me $100. That was quite a chunk of change. I wore that watch daily for two decades. I took it into the ocean, wore it when showering, took it into swimming pools – it never lost time. Continue reading »
Gil Bears was a neighborhood tavern in Millville, NJ. Gil was bartender at Larry’s Bar back in the day. The story goes, Gil ran numbers. Gil finally stockpiled enough cash to buy his own liquor license – I think it was $5,000 at the time. He converted the first floor of his house into a bar. Continue reading »
No. I didn’t design this. But I did do most of the printing.
After a two-month hiatus, I began a new job two weeks ago. A real day job. After two and a half years working hoot owl, I had to force a change. I worked at a big box retailer. I am not going to talk shit about them, because they were there when I needed them. The paycheck paid the bills. ALL of my bills. The child support situation and ugly divorce that haunted me is now closed. Settled. I no longer have to be subject to dehumanizing hours. Continue reading »
I sold a couple paintings two weeks ago. The cash came in handy during a two month respite from the daily ordeal of gainful employment. Working night-shift for two and a half years finally took its toll – on my mental health and my physical health. I had an upper respiratory issue for well over eight months that is only now receding. Continue reading »
This weekend we went tubing on the Salt River. The Yavapai Nation call the river Hakanyacha. It is almost 200 miles long, flowing east to west. The Salt River forms the boundary between the Fort Apache Indian Reservation and the San Carlos Apache Reservation. Continue reading »
I am sometimes remiss in updating the galleries. Often, the photographs might have too much reflection, or be out of focus, and I neglect to take new pics. Carney’s is one such painting. Continue reading »
If you’ve seen one fireworks display, you’ve seen them all. And there is little that you can do with a photograph of fireworks that hasn’t already been done.
What is it about fireworks, that no matter how many displays you have seen in your life, you are drawn to watch them again? I have no desire to be in crowds or mob scenes. I hate being stuck in traffic and fighting the throng of vehicles to exit when the event is over. Continue reading »
When I looked out my back door this morning, I knew I could waste no time in driving out to Idaho Rd and Lost Dutchman. This intersection offers one of the best unimpeded views of the Superstition Mountain.
Monsoon begins late June, early July and lasts until late September. The worst of it, or best depending on your point of view, is August when floodwaters wash away roads and people’s yards. Continue reading »
It is summer. It is time for the palo verde beetles to emerge for 30 days of fun in the sun. The palo verde beetle is one of the largest beetles in North America. They grow to 3 1/2 inches or so. Continue reading »