
To the question whether I am a pessimist or an optimist, I answer that my knowledge is pessimistic, but my willing and hoping are optimistic.
Albert Schweitzer (1875-1965)

To the question whether I am a pessimist or an optimist, I answer that my knowledge is pessimistic, but my willing and hoping are optimistic.
Albert Schweitzer (1875-1965)

Once a month I highlight a piece of art I have created and posted on my Fine Art America site. This one is titled “1960’s DNA” from the Abstract Art Collection.
One of these photos is the unpacking of the head of the Statue of Liberty (Liberty Enlightening the World) and the other is of Elvis (The Pelvis) in the army. The resemblance is eerie, eh?



This is a simple series of photos that all include my dads Ford shortbed truck. When he passed away in 2024 the truck came to me, and I decided to snap some photos of it here and there with one of his cameras. This turned into a tribute of sorts to my dad, who loved photography and traveling, among many other things.

Last summer I bought a stack of old magazines at a local tag sale. I decided to scan the contents of whatever interested me and share. I will also include scans of some other stuff I have sitting around.
I wonder how many of the rigid roof-toppers made it to their destinations intact.

With this song the lyrics are almost incidental to the longing heartbreak Lucinda Williams infuses with every word she sings. She is an American treasure.
Are you all right?
All of a sudden you went away
Are you all right?
I hope you come back around someday
Are you all right?
I haven’t seen you in a real long time
Are you all right?
Could you give me some kind of sign?
Are you all right?
I looked around me and you were gone
Are you all right?
I feel like there must be something wrong
Are you all right?
‘Cause it seems like you disappeared
Are you all right?
‘Cause I’ve been feeling a little scared
Are you all right?
Are you sleeping through the night?
Do you have someone to hold you tight?
Do you have someone to hang out with?
Do you have someone to hug and kiss you?
Hug and kiss you
Hug and kiss you
Are you all right?
Are you all right?
Is there something been bothering you?
Are you all right?
I wish you’d give me a little clue
Are you all right?
Is there something you want to say?
Are you all right?
Just tell me that you’re OK
Are you all right?
‘Cause you took off without a word
Are you all right?
You flew away like a little bird
Are you all right?
Is there anything I can do?
Are you all right?
‘Cause I need to hear from you
Are you all right?
Are you sleeping through the night?
Do you have someone to hold you tight?
Do you have someone to hang out with?
Do you have someone to hug and kiss you?
Hug and kiss you
Hug and kiss you
Are you all right?
Are you all right?
Are you all right?
Written by: Lucinda Williams
Album: West
Released: 2007
Lyrics provided by Musixmatch


The little book “Chicken Soup With Rice” By Maurice Sendak is one of a set of four books collectively titled “Nutshell Library” published in 1962. I am going to scan my copy, that I received as a child, and publish a page a month. Why? Because the world needs more Maurice Sendak…and chicken soup with rice.

Happy Independence Day America!

It has been a busy quarter since I last wrote about our acreage at the end of March. There have been a few damaging windstorms, leaving multiple branches on the ground, along with a few entire trees. The tornado warning went off in our nearby little town during one storm, and as I walked out of the garage to head for the house I looked to the west and all I could see was a churning wall of blackness about to hit us. I instinctively stepped backwards into the garage when it hit. Soil from the fields, rocks from our lane and road and branches from our trees all crashed into our buildings at once. After the first wave I made it to the house where Shelly and I (and the dog) rushed to the basement. After around twenty minutes we emerged to a mess, inside and out. A layer of soil covered everything in our dinning room, having blown in through the western facing windows left open. Some neighbors lost trees as well, and a local barn to our east was flattened.
The crops are, of course, all planted now and the annual wall of green corn is growing up around the place. Our garden is looking good, but not producing anything yet. We planted the first layer of a windbreak to our west, consisting of pine trees and lilacs. To the east of the house we planted some apple trees, and a few other trees for shade.
We discovered toads hopping around by mid-May, and now have the usual assortment of dragonflies, lighting bugs, butterflies, moths and biting flies, all here by early June. Birds on the acreage have included robins, bluejays, woodpeckers, sparrows, wrens, orioles, hummingbirds, finches, redwing blackbirds, crows, swallows and occasional birds of prey flying overhead that cause all the others to freeze in place like statues. The planes that fly over us here on the acreage are crop dusters, experimental craft/kits and Piper types. Jets are rare enough that they make one look up as they pass over.
Finally, we still have the two brothers with us, Sammie the cat and Dice the dog. They have grown up together and are best buds. When I am outside working they will follow me from project to project, both finding a shady spot to observe, supervise and nap.

Once a month I highlight a piece of art I have created and posted on my Fine Art America site. This one is titled “Cosmic Moose” from the Faces and Beings Collection.