front range twilight

While we were in Maine, 

I dreamt of Boulder.

welcome to your planet

No matter who you are or where you live,

a very cool thing to see on the Internet 

is now being launched at:

http://www.mappinglife.org/

Instead of explaining it,

 I'll let you explore the planet yourself.

You didn't have anything else to do, did you?

Except maybe find art.
Look here.

finding art

If you are a find artist, as I am, art is all around you. So far on this trip, I have found these treasures:

At the Portland Museum of Art a remarkable exhibit, "Edgar Degas, The Private Impressionist".

On an island in Casco Bay, thousands of beautiful faerie houses, some tiny and some quite grand, all built of things found there in the woods by anyone who passes by.

I'll post more about those when I get back to Boulder.

However, this morning, I found this window propped up on the beach. Painted on it were these words:
"with every dawn
when first light
penetrates the sea
many seahorse colonies
perform a dance
to the sun".

mainely missing

I'm going to Maine for a week.

My mom needs to move to assisted living.

Happy Mother's Day to you all

and to the dear women who gave us all life.

gone missing

At about the turn of the century (this century),

 "gone missing" suddenly appeared.

No doubt thanks to the media, 

it spread and stuck like a virus.

I assume it's somebody's colloquialism somewhere, 

but I had never heard it before.

As far as I knew, missing was missing. 

Period.

If you go somewhere to be missing,

 that's where you are.

Right?

Anyway, I found these random pictures today.

If I'm ever gone missing,

I've gone to the ranch.

yearlings

Although it seems like it, 

it didn't take me nearly as long to paint this

as it took these little doggies 

to become yearlings.

I'm amazed any of you have the patience
to check in on us now and then.
When was the last time I thanked you?
Well, thank you!