Bears are made of the same dust as we, and they breathe the same winds and drink of the same waters. A bear’s days are warmed by the same sun, his dwellings are overdomed by the same blue sky, and his life turns and ebbs with heart pulsing like ours.… Keep reading "Bernard the Bear"
Is it ironic that I was writing out the words of “Desiderata” (“Go placidly amid the noise and haste, / and remember what peace there may be in silence”) while watching the fourth quarter of the NCAA finals? I’m pretty sure the stress I incur while watching close sports games (this… Keep reading "Desiderata"
The way in which I experience a window depends on the weather that day, and if I’m on vacation, and the temperature of my coffee, and if it’s a Tuesday or a Sunday, and whether or not I have a good book to read, and if I’m waiting for someone,… Keep reading "Windows on the World"
A watercolor-turned-pastel landscape for day three, because I’m bad out of practice when it comes to pastels but apparently even worse even more out of practice when it comes to watercolor. Or perhaps watercolor wasn’t the right medium for this attempted portrayal of the white cliffs of Dover? Anyway- this attempt… Keep reading "White Cliffs"
My first day’s project was more of a “deep” one, so I thought I’d switch it up with some funny-ness on day two. I have a whole list of Twitter drafts that I haven’t posted, mostly because I thought they’d be better represented as cartoons than as tweets. But I’ve… Keep reading "The Main Reason I Can Never Become Famous"