Thanks for…

Nurses, doctors, paramedics and all the other medical support staff helping Covid patients.

Over 80 million voters who chose Joe Biden as well as those who didn’t–let democracy unite all of us.

Anne, Elizabeth, Carrie, Eli, Derek, Vina, Cora, Aidan, Betsy, Rachel and, of course, the three Andys who know how to be careful during the pandemic.

The medical personnel at UCSF who’ve helped me be cancer free for four years.

And our Earth and all the natural magic that bring each new day. Peace.

Abstract Stained Glass…

The Photoshopped product
The original image.

I have fallen briefly into the world of Adobe Photoshop. Transformed a photo of a stained glass window into a dream like image. I still prefer not using tricks to manipulate a photo, but that is probably based on how little I know about the possible processes available in Photoshop. I’ve made an exception here, rationalizing that the final product is a meaningful extension of the original image; i.e., weathering adds mystery, or something like that.

The “Road” Ahead…

Took Ivan to the beach yesterday to celebrate in a small way the ebbing of this tide of election insanity. Tragically, the pandemic is raging as we brace for a major family holiday in a few days. The paradox: stay home, wear a mask, see family and friends. The road ahead with vaccines on the horizon is short, but risky. People are fatigued by 2020. Mistakes will be made, chances taken. I view it as being close to an end of a military tour of duty. You’ll be out soon, but the enemy doesn’t know that…

Every Chair Tells a Story…

I’ve been walking past this abandoned building in Carmel for ten years. Maybe it is a garage, or artist’s studio of historical importance, hence, there are often long delays in obtaining permits to fix it up. Recently I noticed a rusty folding chair has been placed in front, perhaps, for purposes of contemplation, or a sense of humor. Imagine the spiders that must be inside.

The Time Between…

When we rescued Teddy in March of 2015, her age wasn’t known, best guess is three or four. She’s a wonderful dog who runs the show, dictating when it is time to eat, walk and get petted. The above shot is of that time between these main events, a period of watchful boredom for her; i.e., she’ll be ready to go at a moment’s notice, or nap. If you’re looking for a dog, try a local rescue organization. It’s a dog’s “heart”, not pedigree, that matters.

Cosmos in the Wind

For most of the year cosmos flowers attracted bees and butterflies, but those days are gone with chilling nights, a low November sun and strong winds blowing more frequently off the Pacific Ocean. The cosmos stems get long and leggy in the search for sunlight. Winter will be soon. Life goes on with the election process and the pandemic gnawing at our psyches. Peace, please.

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