We are always more anxious to be distinguished for a talent which we do not possess than to be praised for the fifteen which we do possess. -Mark Twain

A GOOD DAY TOO

I’m reading Jim Harrison in a motel my alcoholic friends call El Porcho, my non-alcoholic friends don’t bother to stop by. This is genuine Cuban tile,   the minty green swirled with tan… Continue reading →

Windows

TUESDAY AT HIGGS BEACH

First the sunbathing Europeans and now the seagulls seem gray-skeptical. Showed little interest in being sketched, remained still for scattered moments against a carcass of Key West breezes. At times, the memories of… Continue reading →

Sketchbook

Contemplating the Ocean

Light Displays

The Good Old Days

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Stuffed Behind Glass

The poet who mistakes the function of the propaganda he practices, taking it overzealously to heart, is his own dupe. -William Carlos Williams

I quite understand that I am confessing myself a fool; but that is no matter, the reader would find it out anyway, as I go along. Mark Twain

Refocusing On The Ocean

I am the only person who has ever found out the right way to go about building an autobiography. -Mark Twain

I am lugging around Volume 1 of the Autobiography of Mark Twain, which is something of an endurance test as well as a strength-building exercise. But isn’t it somewhat undeniable that he is… Continue reading →

Palm Trees At Night

Lightscapes / Nightscapes