I didn’t want to lose the original gesture of this portrait by overworking it, so I just touched up her white bib and finished the background. I’m working on a similar portrait of her brother Max, but I’m struggling more with it. I need to come at it again with a clear mind and a fresh approach. Sometimes pictures paint themselves, sometimes it’s like beating my head against the wall. When that happens, I need to walk away and give it time. I’ve picked up paintings that I thought were hopeless, and months or years later, they get completed with out struggle. That’s kind of the way life is, isn’t it? I guess that’s what vacations are for. So during these days before I start my new job, I’m taking advantage of the hours to paint.

I no longer own this truck but I see it around town regularly. I no longer own any of the cars in the following post either. I’m down to 3 cars now.

1962 Chrysler New Yorker Hard top station wagon, 6 passenger


1962 Plymouth Savoy, 6 passenger wagon with 1962 17″ Mallard Drake Travel Trailer


1964 Plymouth Savoy

Years ago I wrote a poem about salmon… It was after I made a sort of pilgrimage to my significant childhood home. Difference is, I didn’t die after I went there.

I may have posted this picture before, but I don’t care. I think it’s an awesome picture. OK, so that’s Stephen in the stripes, My Dad holding David, My Mom, me in the green shirt, Jonathan in the orange shirt and Mark in the blue shirt. Gotta love my parents’ shades. I think Dad said this photo was taken at an airport in Maine. Bangor? And I’m guessing 1967.

This is a work in progress, a portrait of my friend Minnie.