Last night we had a little get together regarding my leaving the Co Op. I guess it was a celebration. I enjoyed working there, and am proud of the work I did and what I accomplished, and am also happy to be moving on to other things.

This is another of those “word paintings.” I was listening to Denison Witmer’s song with the same title when I started painting this.

Madeline liked the colors in this one.

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.