Still prefer this kind of selfie to the alternatives. Shot on Pixel 6 Pro.
I love how it looks like they’re waving hello to you. Except that last one, who appears to be making the moves on the girl in yellow. Shot on Pixel 6 Pro.
Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and greyNowhere in the suburbsIn the cold light of dayThere in the midst of it so alive and aloneWords support like bone Dreaming of mercy streetWear your inside outDreaming of mercyIn your daddy(‘s arms again Dreaming of mercy street‘swear they moved that signDreaming of mercyIn your daddy’s armsContinue reading “Riding the Water, Riding the Waves”
“I am not crazy; my reality is just different from yours.” Lewis Carroll, “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” – the Cheshire Cat Excellent welcoming committee here in Arizona, thanks to this crazy cat. We could all learn a few things from her, I think. Shot on Pixel 6 Pro.
What better way to segue from my trip to see my father in Arizona, back to the vast world of famous and should-be-famous painters, than this one, found hanging on his living room wall — painted by my grandmother and given my name. My heart still skips a beat, to look at it. Miss you,Continue reading “The Heather”
Last desert pic for awhile. I promise to return to your regularly scheduled art programming after this. Although, I would argue that this, too, is art, if it speaks to you. Shot on Pixel 6 Pro.
This is the sense of the desert hills, that there is room enough and time enough. Mary Hunter Austin Shot on Pixel 6 Pro.
I promise I will eventually move forward from my memories of this fantastic voyage. That day is not today. Shot on Pixel 6 Pro.
If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which madeContinue reading “The Cacti of Cthulhu”
Here we go round the prickly pearPrickly pear prickly pearHere we go round the prickly pearAt five o’clock in the morning. Between the ideaAnd the realityBetween the motionAnd the actFalls the Shadow T.S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men” It’s my last day in the desert. I’m going to miss these weird garden delights, in all theirContinue reading “The Picky and the Prickly”