Category: Art
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Providence At Kennedy Lake
Providence placid lake mirrors skyheron stands with fishermen –waiting providence –LE –8/17/24
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Clean Lenses
My glasses were so dirty the other morning that they were giving me a headache. As I was cleaning them, it occurred to me that they were a fitting metaphor for the current distortions and virtiol of our social and mass media. As I pondered this as a metaphor, the following resulted. Clean Lenses funny…
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Nothing There
This will be my last post for awhile. I’m taking a little break; and I don’t know how long it will be… Nothing There Looking around on any given daySurveying what human civilizationHas wrought, the consequence ofOur deepest philosophical thought A tear forms in my eyeSpills and slides down my cheekRaise my hand to wipe…
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Burnt Umber Rorschack
Another oldie, but goodie. I hope you agree…; -) Rorschach-Like Test In Burnt Umber Watercolor Paint powdered iron oxidemediums and bindersproduces quality shadesthe earthy brownsof Burnt Umber water makes it flowinteresting shapesand textures when dryon hot or cold pressrag paper and yupo meditating on thetextured shapesrevealed from dryingtime variances findunconscious designs –LE – 4/24/23
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Memoir – My Wage-slave Career – Part 3
My Career as a Wage-slave – Continued… At Airflex, I’d been making around $12.50/hr as a layout inspector/machinist/machine programmer. All my attempts at finding another similar factory job were in vain. None offered me more than a $10-11/hr income. With my growing family and the inflation of the time, that was disheartening. So, I rethought…
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Beats Antique
I frequently listen to music while I’m writing or painting. These are the results of one such occasion… Beats Antique bass note shakes the houselike distant thunder rumblingeerie hollow violin stringsscratchy vibrationstaut bow slowly draggedacross themexotic finger cymbalsand toe-bellsrhythmically accentthe oboe and saxlyre-strings plucking outthe counterpointpainting a dreamy sceneIn the sound of athousand faces in…
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Wish You Were Here
Wish You Were Hereby Pink Floyd So, so you think you can tellHeaven from Hell, blue skies from pain?Can you tell a green field from a cold steel railA smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghostsHot ashes for trees, hot air for…
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Eastern Way
Eastern Way when I was a child30 seemed old to meso I didn’t expect tolive much beyond it never consideredold age and itsinfirmitiesfelt pretty invincibleless very bad luckor inane stupidity early on, eastern artsinspired meKungfu, Judo, Aikidoand Tai Chitheir philosophies madeperfect sense to me –LE – 7/20/24
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The Loop – The Tucson Side
The Loop – The Tucson Side two days after a recordmonsoon rainfallthe Santa Cruz was stillfairly full and rapidly flowingto the Gila, more than60 miles north of Tucson a blue-gray cloudy daywith Sol poking rays throughin intricate, ladder-like patternsbacked by verdant greensdried-grass tans and yellow-cappedBrittlebush side-glance gleams the breeze was brisk andrefreshing, while theatmosphere hung…
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Flying High
Flying High a hawk spirals up over theusually dry Santa Cruzwith its receding flood watersflowing down to the norththe legacy of this weeksmonsoons fanning its wings andgliding out over the freshlymoistened hunting groundsalert to any prey tempted toventure out to relieve the parchof another scorching day the morning sun glints offthe flowing watertwisting and turning…
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