How Badly I Want That Nameless Thing!

Writing Is A Strong Easement For Perplexity. My Life Is A Map, Spread Out With All The Rivers And Hills Showing.

Look At The Earth Crowded With Growth, New And Old Bursting From Their Strong Roots Hidden In The Silent, Live Ground, Each Seed According To Its Own Kind...each One Knowing What To Do, Each One Demanding Its Own Rights On The Earth. So Artist, You Too From The Depths Of Your Soul...let Your Roots Creep Forth, Gaining Strength.

Got A New Pup. He Is Half Griffon. The Other Half Is Mistake.

Art Is Art, Nature Is Nature, You Cannot Improve Upon It.... Pictures Should Be Inspired By Nature, But Made In The Soul Of The Artist. It Is The Soul Of The Individual That Counts.

I Wonder Why We Are Always Sort Of Ashamed Of Our Best Parts And Try To Hide Them. We Don't Mind Ridicule Of Our 'sillinesses' But Of Our 'sobers'.