
Once a month I highlight a piece of art I have created and posted on my Fine Art America site. This one is titled “Fancy Boots On Brick” from the Photos Collection.

Once a month I highlight a piece of art I have created and posted on my Fine Art America site. This one is titled “Fancy Boots On Brick” from the Photos Collection.

“Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself. (I am large, I contain multitudes.)”
from “Song of Myself” By Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
My big brother quoted this to me one time when I was a kid, using large hand and arm gestures as he did so. Impressed, I looked into who Whitman was and have been trying to finish “Leaves of Grass” ever since.

I came across a small box of these “Puzzler Gag Cards” and decided to fit them into this blog from time to time.

These are the ten songs I heard the most of during the summer of 2025:
Pink Pony Club By Chappell Roan
Manchild By Sabrina Carpenter
Ordinary By Alex Warren
Shut Up And Dance By Walk The Moon
What I Want By Morgan Wallen and Tate McRae
Sorry I’m Here For Someone Else By Benson Boone
Too Sweet By Hozier
Love Me Not By Ravyn Lenae
Good News By Shaboozey
undressed By sombr
I have stayed mostly current with rock (whats left of it) and alt-country, but hadn’t listened to pop for a prolonged period of time for several years. Most of what I heard I enjoyed. Looking forward to dancing by myself in my machine shed with the radio turned up again next year!

Encounters: During a recent trip to my eye doctor, we were visiting and the subject of dreams came up after she confessed she thought she was neurotic. As an example she told about a reoccurring dream that mixed her job with her family life. The dream unfolds at a baby shower and she is showing two dresses for the recipient to choose from, as she does with lenses at her job. “Do you prefer dress number one,” she asks with a smile, “or dress number two.” “One,” she repeats, or two?” It turns into a nightmare as she continues to repeat the question and the guest of honor can not decide. We both laughed, and I conceded she might be a little neurotic.
Read: Because of a year-long project I have been involved in I have not been doing much reading, other than news on the internet and some magazines here and there. However, being a lifelong fan of comics and graphic novels I reread Blankets, By Craig Thompson. The final lines in the book read, as the main character (Craig) walks through the snow by himself: “How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement, no matter how temporary.”
Observed: Very few migrating birds this fall. Where are they, or have I missed all those flyovers?
Website: Leftovers and Food Safety
Recipe: Baked Potato Soup

Instead of lyrics this month I decided to share a poem I found in a small book titled “A Pocket Treasury of Irish Verse.”
Inside the little book is an inscription that reads: “Dear Joann, It’s great having you on this trip. Congratulations on BINGO! Verg & Dorothy 2001” As far as I know this poem has nothing to do with Joann, Verg or Dorothy, I just like it.
A White Rose
By John Boyle O’Reilly
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
Oh, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rose bud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

This photo is titled “The Human Liberty Bell” By Mole and Thomas. It is over 100 years old and is comprised of 25,000 military men. For more information check out https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/the-living-photographs-of-mole-and-thomas/

No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars, or sailed to an uncharted land, or opened a new heaven to the human spirit.
Helen Keller (1880-1968)

I came across a small box of these “Puzzler Gag Cards” and decided to fit them into this blog from time to time.

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