Image for 2-14-2011 - Happy V-day

I hope you had a Happy Valentine's Day. My sweet girl showered candy on me. She hid sweets all over the house, I'm still finding them. I have a lot of love in my life from my wife and family and friends. I hope you are as lucky.

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Image for 2-13-2011 - Progress

I got a fair chunk of writing done yesterday (I know, I'm a day late) on my "Reluctant Sadist" book project. Worked on Chapter eleven that collects underground comix art I did for other publications. I was surprised at how much I did and I wonder if I had stayed with it, where I might be today. I suffer from the jack-of-all-trades curse. I can do a lot of things moderately well; well enough that I could make a mark in any one area. But, as it has gone, I've dabbled. I did devote myself to sculpture for a number of years, but even then I explored different styles and subjects. In the past twenty five years I have gone from comic book style drawing and monster make-up work to sculpture and writing (poetry, non-fiction articles and a feature film screenplay) to painting and acting. I love it all. So, here I am back 'round the horn and writing about the old comix work. Will it lead to my return to that world? Stay tuned to find out...

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Dead bird

It's been a long time since I've posted a "Dead-Bird-on-the-Beach" photo, so here you go (though he's on the grass, dead grass, not the beach, but it works for me). I've passed this bird carcass several times on my longer hikes down Shore Dr. and finally had the camera along and the light was good.

There is an old Samurai say, "Every morning make up your mind how to die. Every evening freshen your mind in the thought of death." This bird reminded me of that saying. The idea that we don't last forever. That thought urges me on to do more, see more, pursue life and not surrender. 

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Image for 2-12-2011 - Frost

Frost on the windshield. Winter is on the way out. The day's are warming now and the birds are happy. But the nights are often still cold; down in the twenties, which is cold for us here in the southeastern Virginia. Cold enough to knit this ghostly lace on the windows and across the frozen puddles.

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