The test of an adventure is that when you are in the middle of it, you say to yourself, "Oh, now I've got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home." And the sign that something is wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure. -Thornton Wilder

The nice thing about being confused is you get a chance to notice things a lot better than if you knew where you were going.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Friday, October 14, 2016

Sinbad's Ship

I worked on this piece throughout those dark days that Sinbad was in the process of dying.  
My art helped me greatly to get through that difficult time while I cared for him.
It's been a week now and I know the hole in my heart will eventually heal in time.
I wish to thank everyone who sent their kind words of thought and support my way.
May you have eternally calm seas and gentle breezes in your journey 
through the hereafter my dear Sinbad.

Friday, October 7, 2016

Good-bye my Friend

1999 - October  6, 2016
Sinbad passed away peacefully at home last night by my side.

You were my most faithful and trusting companion ever in everything we did.
I don't have the words to express how much I will miss you.

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Back at It.

After the last pen & ink drawing which can be seen here I needed to take a break from the drawing table.  A couple weeks later I was ready to start again and picked something less labor intensive.

While searching for the above image online I saw this version which I cannot take credit for the design.  I like this style and would like to practice doing it more creating some pieces of my own design.  I just wish I had a more creative imagination.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Roadside Art #5

These art pieces have been along Highway 101 for a few years now and I never quite understood them.

This time I noticed this plaque.  Now I get it. 
A bird got it too.

Monday, September 26, 2016

Roadside Art #4

Best of Show!
Running Boar.

This piece was made by a local artist in Glen Ellen just down the road from where I live.  
It was trucked out to the Nevada desert last month for the annual Burningman event.

So you can imagine my surprise finding it here 25 miles north from its birthplace a week after the event ended.  I read in the paper it will ultimately wind up at its final home at a winery nearby.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Roadside Art #3

Well it is wine in country after all.

No comment.

 This one was kind of neat for every once in awhile a gust of wind would set it spinning.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Roadside Art #2

Umm... I don't know.
Weld some chunks of metal together and call it art?

I know this one!  A tree...I think.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Roadside Art

Along Highway 101 twenty miles north of where I live.

I have no idea what the artist intended here.  Perhaps a portal into another dimension?
I didn't walk up the ramp to test that hypothesis.

I don't understand the title either.

Oh the power of the Internet!  I found this:


This sculpture is a relic of galactivated* passage for all beings. 
The husk of the portal is a symbol of all directions coming to one point, which is where you will stand when crossing the threshold of two 1000lb ring vessels counter rotating around you.
These ring vessels have an enormous range of  content, from intelligent lights, steam, fire, water, and fog. The symbols on the rings represent the four elements that they produce.  When fire or other vapors are released into the ring vessels they create a tangible elemental wormhole effect that one may, or may not choose to pass through.  
Your passage and cleansing of fire leads you down the bridge and delivers you back to a different time, space, and point of consciousness. 
* Galactivation:  This is a term I self-discovered that I feel accurately represents the intentional awareness and humility necessary to actively observe the multitude of parallels between the micro/macro verse, with relation to our place and gratitude for symbiotic resonance.

Well I still don't understand it much more than I did when I started this post.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Burnt Redwood Grove

Moving on down the trail there are signs of a fire having gone through the area at one time.
You may not be able to tell in the photo but the tree bark is blackened although the trees are still alive.

Redwood trees have neither pitch nor resin and their bark is like asbestos so they are quite resistant to fire.  Only if the fire can get high enough to the crown will it burn.  Also young redwoods can be killed by fire.  Here you can see how the tree has grown since that fire expanding the burnt bark revealing new bark underneath.
This and their resistance to insects and fungi is the reason redwoods have lasted for thousands of years, one of the oldest living trees on the planet.  
Then man came along.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Young Redwood Grove

This one of many small groves of redwoods that grow in my next door State Park.  These redwood trees will grow to be mighty giants beyond my lifetime.  Redwoods are lovely trees when in their place.  They are not the tree to have in your yard or around your home.  

I had three large redwoods in the backyard where I used to live.  They are messy, forever shedding dead fronds of needles.  They're great for plugging up rain gutters and a real bear to rake up.  

Where gloves when cleaning up redwood waste for the needles are sharp on the ends.  

Now I live in a different house but again I am burdened with a large Redwood tree in back. 
I've started to rake it up some but the debris bin is full.  Next week. 
Those are the neighbor's homes to the left and right.

After any reasonable wind there is a mess to clean up on the lawn in which the fronds cling tightly to the grass.  This is after raking the grass and the few stubborn ones remain.  
No worry, there'll be more after the next wind.

Monday, September 12, 2016

Forest Spirits

When you go for a hike in the forest it is always a good idea
 to leave an offering for the forest spirit to insure safe passage.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Past Meets Future

Recent pen and ink drawings were street scenes and this time I thought I'd do a citywide scene. 
I do most drawings on paper around a 6 x 8.5 inch in size so this may give an idea to the detail confined in that space.  This drawing proved to take a lot longer to do than I had imagined it would when I started.  I also learned I cannot be drinking a cup of coffee while drawing at this scale either.  I recently bought a new set of pens just for one pen that has an smaller tip at .03mm than my other pen set that has a .05mm as its smallest.  It is like drawing with a blunt sewing needle.  I ended up using it for most of this drawing.  I refer to an image for most of my drawings and while working on the foreground I kept thinking about the skyscrapers in the background I had yet to do.  Somewhere along the way I got the idea to give the skyline buildings a futuristic look so that is why the title.  I scan my drawings for posting on the blog.  When the image is inserted into the posting they always come out not as nice as the scan.  Blogger messes with image in some way I cannot seem to overcome.
I think I'll take a break from drawing for a little while after this one.

I found if you click on the image it looks better but still not like the original drawing.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

The Birds

Bodega Bay is the setting for Alfred Hitchcock's 1963 horror film The Birds.  This is the school house used in the film.  In the movie it gives the impression the school is near the bay itself but in reality it is inland a few miles separated by hills and you cannot see the ocean from anywhere around the school house location.

This is the hill the kids are running down away from the attacking crows.

 I was thinking there was a from the behind scene in the movie
 but this is all I could find and it is looking uphill.

I'm surprised no one has made a remake of The Birds now with the computer generated imagery they use in movie making these days.  Well there was a half-hearted attempt back in 2007 but development of the movie sort of stalled.  Tippi Hedren (the leading lady in Hitchcock's film) stated her opposition to the remake saying "Why would you want to do that? Why?"  
Guess you don't mess with Hitchcock. 

One doesn't make a trip out to the coast without getting a large cup of clam chowder.  
I like the red style myself.  Yes, it was delicious.  
It was half gone before I thought "I'd should have taken a photo!"

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Bodega Bay continued

To the left of that crescent of land is the bay and calm waters.
You can see the fog or low cloud cover, whichever.

To the right is open ocean although it is still somewhat protected from the waves of the Pacific.

That is Doran beach and as you can see there is camping there.  Looks nice but there is one problem.  The Coast Guard station is there also and out on the very end is a fog horn that bleats continuously off and on, fog or no fog.  It can become maddening and difficult to ignore.  I guess you eventually get used to it and don't notice it anymore but I've never been that fortunate. 

The waters inside the bay is the perfect place for these kayakers. 
That is some very expensive real estate in the background.

Part of the docks at Bodega Bay.  Pay heed to the sign in time of earthquakes.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Bodega Bay

These images are from Bodega Bay a large water inlet from the Pacific 
so none of the high rocky cliffs or big surf are to be had here.
Someone planted some driftwood upright to look like a dead tree.

Inland further is a water estuary with a nature trail passing through it.  I thought this scene would look good in black and white in an abstract way but it didn't, so I left it in color.

 He knew I was there and was trying to make up his little crab brain to scurry away back to the surf or stay put and not move.  I didn't want to get my feet wet so there we were, neither of us moving.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

More of the Sonoma Coastline

A nice clean beach.  No sea foam suds here.

This man knows how to spend the day.

Some of the local residents.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

A Day at the Coast

An early morning decision to take a drive found me out along our Sonoma Coast.
A lot of our coastline in California looks like this.  
After all, we're on the edge of a continent slipping off into the waters you know.

It was to be in the 90's (32c) at home an hour's drive inland. 
I had to wear a light jacket at the coast which had gray skies and no sunshine.

Looks like someone dumped a big box of laundry detergent in the water.  I've never seen foam like this before in the ocean and it makes me wonder if something not good is going on here.
With some imagination it looks like clouds don't you think?