I “crafted” Mr. Noogie out of clay 30+ years ago as a tribute to my inability to draw and to celebrate the joy of having children. A “noogie” is a playful sign of affection: putting someone in a headlock and gently rubbing the top of their head with your knuckles. I thought it was aContinue reading “Mr. Noogie Sings Pagliacci”
Category Archives: humor
Leaves in a Waterfall
I enjoy looking at leaves in a waterfall, waiting for them to move on in the current, even if the scene is not in the forest. Of course, after a time the filter gets jammed and Anne or I have to scoop out the leaves in ice cold water. Don’t enjoy that.
Let the Prep Work Begin…
Here’s an action shot of Anne slicing celery yesterday as the two of us shelter in with three dogs on the holiday. Note Ivan’s look when he was denied access to the kitchen by my tripod.
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 aContinue reading “Every Chair Tells a Story…”
Fast Fiction: Reality Check
Read it now at http://twivelist.wordpress.com. Fast Fiction every Sunday.
Where Are My Hiking Socks?
Yesterday two of our dogs pulled apart what had been my favorite pair of worn out hiking socks. I donated them for the cause: keeping dogs occupied during the pandemic. They always battle to a draw.
I Can’t Draw!!!
In my foray into water colors, I was careful to avoid “hands” as unlike Michelangelo, I can’t draw fingers. But I had fun–I did not suffer for my art. Here is Fred Piselli, star of my saga on clowns that smoke. Bottom line: Draw, don’t smoke!
Where’s that Bone?
Ivan’s head disappears in a desperate search for his bone which is actually a peanut left by a squirrel. The peanut is long gone, but no one told Ivan.
Runaway Nasturtium
When left to its own devices, a nasturtium, truly a spreading vine, will head for the strangest places. Took this shot yesterday of one on its way to the end of our deck, past some weeds and a hose, where it will crawl up and over a brick wall on its way to freedom. MaybeContinue reading “Runaway Nasturtium”
