Saturday, December 6, 2014

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Saturday, November 8, 2014

vision quest

Two days ago,
Ken Elliot generously posted a YouTube
 about the blind artist Sargy Mann.

I'll see you and raise you, Ken,
 with Lennart Anderson.

Monday, November 3, 2014


When the sumac by the garage turned,

we started calling him Wolf Kahn.

WK for short.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

the reefer door

In our house, there are few photo albums.
Any image worth saving winds up on
the refrigerator door.
Once there, it becomes a part of an ever-changing collage,
Now and then, I take a picture of it.
The top right one was of an especially fine door. 
Here's part of this week's incarnation:

I think every reefer door should have 
at least one piece of kid's art on it,
In this case, the artist is my grand niece, Julianna.

The Zappa bumpersticker 
is the only political schmear I can stomach.

What's on your reefer door?

Friday, October 17, 2014

heart of the matter

This is the heart of one of our heirloom tomatoes.
Here it is, past the middle of October, 
and we still haven't had a frost,
so the garden is producing like a jungle.
Strange fruit.

Not to belabor the point, but I still can't see well.
Next week, I have an appointment with
 a corneal specialist.
I'm hoping he can get to the heart of the matter. 
As they say,
 the emeffing saga continues.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

the dark side of the sprinkler

Not a painting painting yet,
just proof I'm still here.

Monday, September 8, 2014


I know it's corny,
 but he says his name is 

He popped out of the depths
 of this last underpainting.

I'm hoping he's right.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

piece of cake

Shelley Smart grew up just up the coast from me.
Or down the coast, as they say on the coast.
I never met her there. Still haven't.
That's because I met her here in blogland.
When I had mentioned Day's lobster rolls in a post, 
she popped up like clam squirt.
Said she grew up with the Day's kids,
went to school with them,
while I was growing up on their lobster rolls. 
Wicked small world.

Shelley comments that she's also having 
cataract surgery in a couple of weeks.
If I were there (Oxnard, I think), we'd do lunch.
 I'd buy you a lobster roll, Shell, 
and tell you it's 
a piece of cake.

How ironic... there's an eye in the window.

Friday, September 5, 2014

facing the day

This underpainting will have to do for now.
Actually, I think I like it as is.
Best not touch it.

I don't know... 
near as I can tell, it looks fine.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014


One month after cataract surgery,
my right eye is still wrong. 
In addition to blurry, it's now also red, itchy and swollen.
Turns out I'm allergic to the eye drops.

will keep me hanging on until I can see again.

This simple reminder is my gift to you:
Take nothing for granted;
get grateful now!

Thursday, August 28, 2014

just another rainbow

I know, I know.
A rainbow.

But it's never just another one

when it lands in your yard.

Stranger than strange
when viewed with 
a clear yellow eye and a blurry blue eye.

Sort of an experimental
 twisted sister color school.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

new blues

Last April, I switched to abstract.
Just as well.

I had cataract surgery this past week.
Only my right eye, this time.
My left-eye vision looks old and yellow; 
the right eye shows bright new blues.
Didn't Monet see new blues before his lights went out?

Now Google insinuates that my account's been hijacked. 
Never a dull moment.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

sugar plums

Midsummer dreaming...

A neighbor's artful Barbie collection
 hangs on her garden fence
so dogs can dream 
of dancing sugar plums.

Makes my dog
positively lecherous.

Thursday, July 10, 2014


After spending the last 10 months
waltzing with the waters,
pumping and drying and digging,
running from it and chasing it,
the new well up at the ranch is finally in
 and there's finally water in the house.
Did I say "finally"? 

Sing halle-agua!!!