Store Front Indian

As many times as I frequent Disneyland, it never seizes to amaze me how I can always find something new and interesting to discover.

Trains, bridges and rivers

Metro-North railroad, Harlem River, Henry Hudson Bridge

Saturday afternoon.

They Find Me

My dad asked me how I find all the bones that I use in my artwork. I was stumped. I don't really know. I told him that it feels more like they find me.

The other day I was walking with Donkey where one side of the street is full of houses, the other side an empty hillside. It had just rained the day before. Donkey was pulling to go faster, to get to the house up ahead where the big dogs always bark at him. But something told me to slow down.

Then, it was as if I heard, "I'm here. A bone. Look over here." I looked down to my left and there it was. Part of a cat skull, I think.

Photo of a photo shoot

Washington Square Park, NYC

Tracks

I used my urban tracking skills and found evidence of a pack of dogs nearby.

Late morning in Chelsea

Someones view

Sometimes simple is good.

Cocktails

Times Square, NYC.

Eye on You

I've heard that people are encouraged to take photos of graffiti to send in to the police. I guess it's one way they monitor local gang activity. Do you think this one will help?

cones

Orange cones at CA Adventure

Haunted?

I share some 'ukulele strum time with a young lady in a neighborhood not to far from mine.

The buildings are all tudor-style.  Lovely.

But last night when I walked out of her building, I looked up at the building across the street.

One thought came to mind: 

RUN!

More Trash Heap Art

I don't know what this used to be. I'm thinking I should go back and rescue it from the trash heap. But I'm supposed to be cleaning out and organizing my studio. What to do, what to do . . .

posing

Saw this service dog posing for a photo near a statue of Walt Disney at California Adventure; reminded me of a another awesome Golden I know.

Da Bronx

on a Monday morning.

Trash Heap Breakfast

Why would someone take this all the way to an illegal trash heap along a lonely dirt road on a hill? Why wouldn't they just put it in their trash can at home?

From Orange to Pink

I missed two days in a row for no good reason other than I'm still confused by the time change. It gets dark at 5:00pm and by 7:00 my brain has turned off and I'm asking if I can go to bed. 

So today I'll post two. I went on a walk this late afternoon with my dog, Donkey. I love how the sun at that time of day turns everything orange:

We walked along the hill, poked around at the trash heap, then down the other side 

where I found that the world had turned from orange to pink:

Pink bougainvillea and pink mountains

Crazy pants

And I thought I had some crazy pants....

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Window

Loved the angle and shadows falling on this window.

waiting

Waiting at Trader Joe's, possibly hoping for a treat for waiting patiently.