Apart from sharing the title of the picture with this post, it sometimes describes a lot of fellow PNW denizens. The holding pattern starts with the return of Brother Rain and the area begins to wear its constant gray mantle. Around the first frost you once again hear people talking about whether or not a…
The Muse doesn’t come without being called.
I’ve been having a blast creating posts for my fantasy-food blog From Paradise With Love and Rum. Please check it out and spread it around (pretty please) I need more subscribers. The blog centers on the sailing journals of a fictional R.B. (Rum Brother) McCarthy as he travels cooking and loving his way…
Another Art Show
Start the music to set the mood… Summer of 1970 on the beach in L.A. was…different. I was still recovering from a nearly fatal car accident from 1969 and this was my first Summer back from the dead. I had spent from June of 1969 until late August of 1970 in hospital and bed time…
Herbie Meets Joe Cool
If you’re as lucky as I am you can look back at times when you thought you were soooo cool and laugh your butt off.
A case of Albrecht Dürer tries impressionism?
“We can change the focus to a soft blur or sharpen it to crystal clarity.”
A Northern Trip
First…start the music 1968 was more than an odd time to be in either world. My immediate world was surfing, girls, and graduating from a nice (and only slightly repressive) Catholic high school. What awaited me was the near certainty of being drafted for Viet Nam with a very much more shortened lifespan than I…
Desktop Wallpaper – Screen Image Giveaway!
Just like on the From Paradise With Love And Rum site I’m giving away images I’ve created as wallpaper for your laptop, tablet, or desktop computers. They are all hi-rez 1920 x 1080 pixels (up to full 27 inch screen size) .PNG format. The first 50 people who join our email list, follow this blog,…
OK OK OK…So I let the work slip a tiny bit over the holidays. With that obvious gross understatement hanging there, I resolve that it’s a new year and time to knuckle back down and get that Making-a-Living thing going again. Go figure, the deadlines that were there before haven’t vanished and the only…
” It’s Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air” W.T. Ellis
I’m pretty sure it was the same for most of us, but growing up in Manhattan Beach every time the “mailman” came to our house he seemed to bring yet another bunch of catalogs and piles of Christmas cards. Mom would hang all the cards from ribbons or decorate the fireplace with them. We’d sit…