Wednesday, March 30, 2005

0122 First painting in six years. Posted by Hello

0121 Blessing and beauty queen. Posted by Hello

Sunday, March 27, 2005

0120 Blue heron in flight. Posted by Hello

0119 Mute swan. Posted by Hello

Saturday, March 26, 2005

0118 The view from inside the prison. Posted by Hello

Sunday, March 20, 2005

0117 Whisper. Posted by Hello

0116 Glass. Posted by Hello

0015 Three woman. Posted by Hello

Friday, March 18, 2005

0114 In the car. Posted by Hello

0113 Dogs and stick. Posted by Hello

0112 Burning socks. Posted by Hello

0111 Little turtle. Posted by Hello

Friday, March 11, 2005


Secondary infection. Bronchitis. Sinus infection. Penicillin. Really should not have been out in all that snow. At least I convinced an RN to get me some antibiotics. Havent shot anything but the bare minimum for work. Next week? Next week.

Monday, March 07, 2005


Hello friends. Pics are suddenly slow in coming and the cold wont stay away. Shouldnt have been running around in the snow with a tripod at night.
Working the late shift now, so driving home around 11 last week I caught sight of a bright object high in the air. It looked to be glowing, different from when a plane flies at night, and it seemed to be zipping back and fourth above the horizon. I'm driving down the highway, and I am thinking that it has to be a plane, I'm in the flight path for the airport. But I'm also thinking, at the same time, that this is it. You know what I mean. It's happening right now, right in front of you. I argue back and forth with myself. You'll feel silly if its just a plane. But look at the way it glows, like a second moon. Planes dont look like that, I know what planes at night look like. And if you ignore it, it will go away and never come back. It is there for you. UFO stories always involve a deep and personal connection between the witness and the mystery, a sense of having been selected. And to refuse the mystery is almost damning.
So for one second I believe. One thrillling second, and I'm reaching into my camera bag and changing to the long lense to get it. And the moment I do that the light changes, banks left, and I can see that it is a plane, that what I was seeing was it's headlights pointing directly at me through a misty cloudcover and magnifying. A plane on its approach to landing. It was a trick of the light, a trick of the light. I put the camera down and resume my drive, my face flushed and my heart beating, feeling foolish and wild.