An Embarrassing Dream

I rarely dream. Let me rephrase that. I rarely recall my dreams, unless I’m awoken in the middle of one. I’ve heard that if my desire to recall my dreams were to increase, in time I would have a greater ability to do so. Don’t know;...

An Unforeseen Course

This year, in Colorado, the state in the US where I live, the overabundance of snowfall last winter and spring means that our water reservoirs are in decent shape for the first time in a while, as evidenced by my wife and I when we kayak on them every week or two...

Hank’s Back!

The other day, Hank Weaver called. He’s been living in the beautiful Roaring Fork Valley of Colorado for a few years, first, working in Snowmass for the Anderson Ranch Arts Center in the Sculpture Studio, and, for the past year and a half, in Carbondale, as...

Follow Your Bliss??

Yesterday, I mentioned that my cousin, Sarah, recently texted me that her 10 year old son, Beau, has been drawing a lot, and probably wants to know if he’s on the right track to becoming an artist, as he keeps asking how long it takes.When I received that, I...