Things that interest me...

Lake Superior Agate

Disclaimer: I don't own this agate, and it's been a couple months since I saw it, so I'm writing from the photos and from memory. I'm not sure of the weight, other than I know it weighs more than one pound. I found this NFS agate at my favorite rock and fossil shop --...

In Progress — Trilobite Mosaic

Beginning the Work Whereupon I Have An Idea Since my last post (before heading out for a three-week vacation) I've been pondering what I really want to do with this  mosaic. It's a big deal to deconstruct a mosaic that isn't turning out like you want. It's also a bit...

In Progress — Trilobite Mosaic

Planning Stage The idea for this mosaic started when I found a couple trilobite fossils at Paxton Gate, a rock and curio shop in Portland, Oregon. At ZRS Fossil in Minneapolis (Uptown) I found some more. At a rock show up near the Twin Cities I found some jasper...

Listen friends…

Don't tell me if you voted for Trump, if you voted for Republican senators and congress<men>. Just don't fucking tell me. Because I don't want to have to ask you if you have daughters who now need to worry about the women-hating fervor that this election has...

Daily Quote

All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up. I've read this in several books – it's not always attributed to Picasso. If you watch kids, maybe up to age 10 or 12, they aren't all that self-conscious about making art. If you put...

Charlie

Charlie was the unloved love-child of the beautiful flame-haired Alice Anderson and the wild and stubborn James Johnston. Alice was tall and willowy and full of gentle grace. The oldest of 6, auburn-haired and softly freckled, she could have had any boy, and there...

Niagara

The line where the water, the river, disappears is like the very edge of the world. Now, at this moment in time, I absolutely understand the fear felt by sailors from earlier ages, I know there is an “edge” to the world. It is possible to drop off into oblivion, and...

Rain

Rain. How perfect Considering how I feel, I mean not that the new-mown hay is spoiling Rain. How perfect if I could, I would run naked in it and wash away the troubles so I could love tomorrow like I thought I'd loved today.

Wind

A storm blows in off of the water the wind is a constant presence here sighing, whispering, crooning, moaning, shrieking, howling, like some imminent freight train or a lost, forgotten soul all the trees up here lean to the east slightly twisted, shaped and bent as if...

Doing Good for Good’s Sake

I think that we're on the earth, we exist, we're supposed to do good - good for the largest number of entities possible. I say entities because I don't think it should stop at just people - the entire world needs us to do good. It's easy to do good for yourself, easy...

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