harrowing

Ranch life is tough.

Even the harrow eventually gives up.

regardez

harbor morning

Northeast Harbor

sunrise

As the sun rose a week ago,

a light snow from the night before

dusted the stones and frosted the fence.

It melted on the patent leather pavement,

and the tulips flushed.

lop-eared retriever

and god said...

Before the do-over,

trees grew here.

Desertification happens.

rite of spring

The grass grows

and dogs eat it.

Urp.

gold coast

No matter what I think I'm doing,

things rarely end up looking anything like what I expected.

This painting was a total surprise.

shadow puppet

It was suggested that Hallie might be

out there doing shadow puppets.

Actually, this little guy

was already lined up to be my next post.

Does this count as ESP?

dog door

violets

It doesn't rain here anymore,

so my fantasy of a spring rainstorm will have to do.

Like hopeful harbingers, violets come up and bloom anyway.

The dry heat intensifies their sweet scent.

My grandmother loved violets;

I can hear her saying,

"Don't give up."

onion

Pick a pepper or the onion one.

The onion one.

rain?

A tenth of an inch fell out of the sky this morning.

We'll take it.

By 11 am, the sun was blazing.

Hardly time to open the umbrella.

overboard

I don't know, but I may have gone a little overboard.

It's been known to happen.

Please take this as an apology if you need to, Coco.

Now leave me and my computer alone!

the boogieman

In 1797, Francisco de Goya did this creepy etching called,

"Que viene el Coco".

a.k.a., "Here comes the boogieman".

As far as I'm concerned,

spammers, hackers, and all manner of ghosts in the machine

are boogiemen.

Disguised as "Sharon", it paid a visit to Celeste Bergin

in a nefarious plot to purloin her art files.

In my case, the thug has grabbed my email files,

Don't try to send email to me;

I'll get it, but I won't be able to identify it or open it.

What a jerk.

By the way, I never knew the boogieman's name is Coco.

Did you?

dream house

Some people post a painting every day.

I seem to always post mine on Fridays.

Then it's back to the ranch to reload.

TGtomorrowIF.

driving after dark

Night vision is a freaky thing.

repeat

Last September 5th, almost 6 months ago to the day,

the infamous Lefthand fire started just west of Boulder.

I did this painting on my iPhone back then.

It seems like yesterday.

That fire was a horror, but it didn't burn everything.

Unlike most of you, we've had a dead-dry winter,

and the wind is howling 79 mph.

So here we go again...

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INCIDENT UPDATED 1 MIN. AGO

Incident Overview

Firefighters are responding to a fire in the Lefthand Canyon area on the Boulder Ranger District of the Roosevelt National Forest. They are battling dry conditions and gusty winds. The fire is located eight miles north-northwest of Boulder.

Boulder Office of Emergency Management has issued an evacuation order. Please check their website (link to the right) for the latest evacuation information.

Basic Information

Incident Type	Wildfire
Cause	Undetermined
Date of Origin	Friday March 11th, 2011 approx. 10:35 AM
Location	Started in Chaos Canyon
Incident Commander	Dave Buchanan, Usfs

Current Situation

Size	200 acres
Fuels Involved	Burning in ponderosa pine with grassy understory

Outlook

Remarks	A heavy air tanker has been ordered.

PRAY FOR JAPAN.

mardi gras

Laissez les bon temps rouler!

patience of a saint

You know what they say.

Saintliness is next to Dogliness.

leftovers

I like how Celeste Bergin uses

the leftover paint on her palette

to paint a little something else.

The object is to use up what's left, not to do a masterpiece.

I'm nothing if not casual.

up or down?

For those of us who can't decide...

there is always bofum.

fairy tales do come true

I call this

"The Three Little Red Riding Hoods".

Here's a stylin' wolf in a tux.

seriously

I should take my Pollock app paintings more seriously

and give them the respect they deserve.

Like most art, some take hard work,

and some are pure serendipity.

Some of them stink and get deleted,

but I think some of them are quite good.

I should give those some air.

Speaking of which, these were done at Gate 42.

I did this next one recently before dawn.

I immediately recognized that it must be for Loriann.

yosemite sam

A sure sign of spring.