I have dabbled in abstract painting. I have even done some realism. Neither style has captured my enthusiasm. I want my paintings to tell a story. Maybe not my story, some some story. I have not seen much abstraction that brings the viewer into a story. Continue reading “Dive Bars and Neighborhood Establishments”
I was raised on country music. We didn’t have a lot of music playing at my house when I was growing up, but when it was, it was Johnny Cash, Marty Robbins, Patsy Cline. We watched Hee Haw on TV. In black and white.
I was introduced to Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson when I lived in Florida. Terry Wayne, Butch and Chuck had this white dodge van that we would cruise the streets of Ocala in, with Waylon and Willie playing on the 8-track. Continue reading “Waylon Jennings”
The Superstition Wilderness is known as some of the most arduous hiking terrain in the United States. In the desert, everything fights back. We no longer have to be wary of Apache raiders, but the mountains still have their own surprises.
Last week, at the Superior Antique Show, Liz and I picked up a handful of vintage postcards of the Superstition Mountain and Tonto National Forest area. Several were hand-colored, including this gem of the mountain as viewed from what is now known as Gold Canyon. Continue reading “Postcards from the Edge (of the Superstitions)”
Arizona boasts many small towns with fanciful names. I reside in Apache Junction, named for the tribes that inhabited much of Arizona, even though not too many Apache spent much time in this part of the Valley. Show Low is named after a fateful card game, and of course everyone has heard of Tombstone. There is Surprise, Cave Creek, Globe, Top of the World, and the subject of today’s rant, Superior. Continue reading “Superior Arizona”
Hi, I am Carl, and I am a recovering fundamentalist.
I entered a 12-step program in 2010. The particular program is non-incidental to this book. There are many 12-step programs. I was hesitant to participate in this particular program due to the emphasis placed on the “higher power”. I associate that ‘higher power’ with my own entrenched definition of ‘god’. Continue reading “doG”
I suppose it is not saying too much of my aspirations when my dream in life is to be able to get paid to paint, write and drink – not necessarily in that order. My high school guidance counselor in collusion with my father conspired to direct me into the life of a certified public accountant. Yeah, right! I do have a penchant for numbers, but I am not good at it. I mean, I love Sudoku, but don’t ask me to balance a checkbook. I can add the same column of figures five times in a row, and come up with a different answer each time. Yeah, that is a talent, just not a very marketable one. This is why I swear by Microsoft Excel. And no, I am not getting paid for the plug. But I live and die by Excel. I set up a worksheet to balance my checking account. It automatically adds and subtracts and gives me the balance; the only caveat being that I do have to input the correct numbers. Continue reading “Bar Exam”