Ted and Jean slept here. Nice place, I could stay another couple weeks but… We check out tomorrow.
We have a lot of stuff…too much. We have a storage unit to accommodate all the forgotten memories, boxes packed decades ago, abandoned projects and other extraneous ephemera of the ages. We go there seldom because none of it really matters any more. It’s just that it’s hard to let go so we pay overContinue reading “East Brunswick Storage Unit”
A cat’s eye view. Meow.
We’re driving on a Saturday afternoon and it’s starting to snow. It’s winter in New York, scrub trees in the field mowed last fall are a silhouetted filigree against the leaden horizon. It’s not the sort of scene to leave the car to admire. The wind starts to gust.
In late winter we took a drive to the east of our city, Troy. Here the austerity of the hills frozen and neutral, the cold, cold sky draped with clouds pushing northeast, all of this struck me as a beauty specific to Upstate. This landscape is worthy of painting in every season, late winter beingContinue reading “East Brunswick, New York”
The cat nap. Meow.
Buck the cat’s an indoor/outdoor cat…That’s just the way he rolls.
Buck the Cat prepares to pounce. Meow.
Buck the Cat quickly trots on a mission known only to himself. Meow.
Inspired by Byzantine iconography and a recent Art-O-Mat project. Meow.
Buck the Cat’s on a roll. Meow.
Our storage unit is located in Clums Corners, a small farm community outside Troy, NY. Our unit has a sweeping view to the east. Late in the afternoon when the sun is flat, the colors of the sky and land saturate and you can see all the way to Massachusetts. The land is still undevelopedContinue reading “Clums Corners in Winter”
Buck the Cat surveys the situation. Meow.
Buck the Cat always tries to watch his back. Meow.
Buck the Cat issuing an ultimatum. Meow.
The setting for this painting is of the Sonoran Desert in Arizona. The time of year is winter. I hike a lot when I’m here and was surprised when I saw the Ocatillo I’ve featured in this painting. The cactus was all leafed out and bushy which I don’t remember happening at this elevation tilContinue reading “February Ocatillo”
Buck the Cat’s a relentless, driven beast when it comes to small moving things. Here you see him delivering a fishing fly the coup de grace.
Curious and quizzical. Meow