I dream repeatedly about a place where I formerly worked. There were two buildings separated by a driveway that led to an open courtyard. In my dream there was a wall of ocean water between the buildings with killer whales thrashing about.
Shaken not stirred!
As I understand things, when one gets older, one’s brain shrinks. I guess more space appears between the skull and the brain, since old people’s heads don’t get smaller. I’m not feeling too young these days. This is my impression of an older, moth-eaten brain.
There are a plethora of collective terms for groups of animals. Here are a few examples: a group of cows is a herd; a group of geese is a gaggle; a group of owls is a parliment. There are also collective terms for non-animal groups: a bunch of grapes; a forest of trees; a batch […]
I had this perfect shot of the only two clouds in the sky, and my only vantage point was obstructed by a TV antenna and a captive Martian. I like the shot anyway.
This shot shows maximal contrast to the speed bump bathed in the yellow light of parking lot night time (see Yellow Light at Night). The colors are bold and have no discernible color cast. Perhaps there is an element of reflected blue from the sky, but I don’t notice it. Leonardo daVinci would have noticed […]
This thing was probably tearing up a parking lot…
Below is another watercolor that I began with a curve that reminded me of a skull (see It Happened So Fast). I built the rest of the figure from there. The swatches in the background toward which the runner proceeds were inspired by Paul Klee’s work. I’m afraid his influence stops there. The trailing edge of […]
Here is my rendition of line segments that could be found on the surface of a parking lot. I’ve seen red lines that delineate fire zones, or on curbs that interface between sidewalk and parking lot; blue lines that are usually found in handicapped spaces. yellow lines that divide one lane of traffic from another. […]
Sometimes, when there are no cars coming the other way, I veer out of the way of speed bumps in the parking lot. Other times (when my wife isn’t in the car), I just go over them at normal speed (15 miles per hour, of course). I’ve rarely stopped to look at the speed bumps […]