Friday, October 30, 2009


Thursday, October 29, 2009

Sketch #13

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Sketch #12

Rails and Spirits.

Thursday, October 22, 2009


Saturday, October 17, 2009



Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Friday, October 9, 2009

My Brain.

My brain is a field of blackberries flowing down to the ocean from Arcadia. My brain is gray clouds over Newark. My brain is frost on a Minneapolis pumpkin.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Pictured back Then.

What you see is what you get, but you can seldom judge a book by it's cover.

The rain is cold. The sky is that deep shade of gray. The kind of sky that has clouds seem so low to the ground that they pick up the color of grassy fields in their under bellies. The wind is tearing across the pavement between the tightly knit neighborhood houses.

What you see is not always what you get...