Roseline Special Locomotive 7
or somethin’ like that…
Bug’s Eye View
This came from a quick sketch I did while sitting on the back steps in the pleasant 80 degree Kansas afternoon sipping on my coffee. Ahh, the simple pleasures… all of ’em. Even the ‘weeds.’
Heavy Things
O You Whom I Often and Silently Come
Cut Paper
“O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you;
As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.”
by Walt Whitman (1819–1892). from Leaves of Grass.
Rooster
I can remember hearing chickens and roosters when I was growing up, but I don’t really remember seeing them. I think my next door neighbor, Mr. Neely, kept some in his backyard by his old shed. There was a fence between our yards covered in lilac bushes that obscured the view. I’d like to smell those lilacs and hear those roosters calling right about now.
The Starling at Dusk
Upside Down
Barn Swallow
I was once bombarded by a band of marauding barn swallows during a summer visit back to Kansas. This is my tribute to their friendly welcome. There was some major swooping, gliding, dodging and running going down that day.
Tiptoe Across Building Tops
Perhaps you could tiptoe across the tops of buildings, and somewhere the buildings turn into trees, and then mountains, and highways and it seems like it all has to lead to somewhere, something tangible. Like looking into eyes or across the ocean into the horizon- if you could just reach far enough and touch whatever is there. I guess our arms aren’t that long, but the idea is nice.
Cady Wire at Pianos
