Here's to Listening and Looking

One of the things I remember about my younger days… (and now we're talking half a century ago or more!) is how I loved music.

I still do, of course.

But back then as much as I loved the tunes, it was the lyrics that caught my attention. I mean when I talked to others about the lyrics, so many of them were lost in the music, the beat, the band, the

You Made It! (and so did I)

Well, the main work of clearing out a sewing room for my wife is done. I've used the word 'remodeling' loosely to describe what was really clearing out my sons stuff (who moved to Arizona) from his old room. I can't believe how much stuff he accumulated!

There is still the painting of the room to do, but for now my wife has been able to move her sewing

Ideas, What to do with Them?

Last time I told you about winter here.

I must confess that I probably do love winter more than I let on. The time is visually awesome. A wonderland of freshness.

In nature many creatures hide and wait out the cold, some fly away, doing the same. Even in the human experience, we have given a name to those who migrate to warmer climes. Snowbirds we call

Now and Later

I haven't painted a single thing in eight weeks. I have a studio but nothing going on in there. Why?

Sometimes life just gets in the way.

Several months ago my grown children moved out of my home. One bought a home and the other got a job a couple of states away. These surprize events left space in our home available for other uses. One became my next studio, while