My Heart Goes...

Where the wild goose goes. Lacking television, my early years were filled with radio: The Breakfast Club, Ma Perkins, Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, Mr. King-Tracer of Lost Persons, and on and on. One of my favorite singers from that era was Frankie Laine, especially The Cry of the Wild Goose. "My heart goes where the wild goose goes" he'd croon. And I knew mine would too.

Tail of Two Kitties

With apologies to Charles Dickens.

Any Port in a Storm?

I want to know more about the artist who left their mark on this slab. In person, you can change the countenance of the subject by squinting, viewing from the side, etc.

My Mother's Hands

One of my favorite activities is to provide students with a rough outline modeled on a poem from this collection: My Mother's Hands. They use it to write their own personal homage to their mothers.

To spur them on, I promise that if they complete the project in time for Mother's Day, their moms will cry. For 4th and 5th graders, it just doesn't get any better than that.

Happy Birthday Mom

This photo was taken in 2000. I love it because is shows how much Mom loved James, her only great grandson. (They still have a mutual admiration society even though he is nine years old now.) Much love to you both!

Just Another Day

This image captures how I feel sometimes.
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Happy B Day Mr. Bach

Ignoring the Signs

I'm not sure what I'm trying to say here so I'll leave it to your own interpretation.

Wild Mustard

I love this time of year. The wild mustard is in full bloom. The apricot trees are budding. Every year I intend to take photographs. Finally, something I'm getting right.

Facing Fears

I've had a life-long fear of snakes. When an artist friend, Cruz Zamarron, created this corn god mask, it seemed like an ideal opportunity to face those fears. It hangs over my bed and eats my bad dreams so I can't remember them when I wake up.

Looking for S. Kumar

I'm addicted to a form of "found art." The sort of stuff that shows up in thrift stores and garage sales. The above cropped image was acquired from my local Goodwill for $6.00.

The artist signature is a series of vertical ink scribbles; the back has a note taped on: "S. Kumar SKU/SEP' 03/18/)S/SSVA Ink & Water Colour."

Internet searches for S. Kumar produce a lot of technical /engineering references and a gallery in India that showcases a great collection of modern paintings from 2007. But nothing that I can trace to this piece. I love a mystery!

Some Days

It's just too much trouble to get up.

I'm Mad As Hell

And I'm not going to take it anymore!

Am I the only one who hates the twice yearly time change? Established in 1918, daylight saving time was a contentious idea then and remains so now. It was repealed in 1919 but re-established early in World War II.

What if daylight saving time came and nobody changed their clocks?

100 Years of Questioning

Today we celebrate the 100th anniversary of International Women's Day. Let us never take for granted the hard-won freedoms we enjoy in this country, nor forget the many women worldwide who are still struggling for basic human rights.

Does Anyone Know About This Artist?

A lifetime ago I stumbled across this art installation in Idyllwild (an art community east of San Bernardino). I've never forgotten the experience of walking through this forest of art. It inspired me to try to find my own artistic voice. I found this image on the internet but little info on the artist (Cristine Fogg Horton? or Horton & Fogg) or where they might be these days.

Uprooted

All my life I've needed a sense of place, a space where I can put down roots, even if only for a week or a month or a year. For the last 30 months I've made do in one room with a 1/2 bath. I've filled my meager space with the things I can't live without: my Frida Kahlo bust, as many books as I can cram into the limited bookshelves, my giraffe, masks, drums, chimes, blue glass, photos of my mother and father as infants, rocks, shells, etc. etc. etc. And yet much of the time I feel unfettered, uprooted, drifting, and lonely.

OMG!

I just spent the last hour browsing Facebook, checking Twitter, and reading my own Blog. I need to get a life!

Happy Birthday!

I feel like a grinch today. I wish Dr. Seuss was here to talk me down.

Morning Delight

I can't think of anything to say that doesn't sound lame. So, I think I'll just have another cup of coffee.