Yes, that’s me, trying to paint New Orleans. It was not a happy experience.
But first — Cat News!! There has been a recent appearance of a possible new member of our herd of backyard cats:
This handsome fella has shown up on the back patio for breakfast a few days this past week in spite of […]
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
ChrisHanKwanSolstice love for all.
Happy Holidays, everyone.
For this year’s holiday card I did a four-panel ode to the four seasons:
Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue is a good recipe for art, too…I took two of my favorite paintings of the beautiful Long Island Sound in […]
Since the world revolves around me, let me say that there are two kinds of readers in the world: Those who read my first book first…
Scenes from When Wanderers Cease to Roam
…and think that When Wanderers Cease to Roam is the kind of book I should always write…
More scenes from When Wanderers Cease […]
You might remember my friend Robert from pages 190 and 191 of my book When Wanderers Cease to Roam, where I talk about how Robert operates the drawbridge over the Eastchester Barge Canal off U.S.Route 1.
He spent 30 years there, planting trees and creating art from the debris that floated his way, hanging hundreds of […]
It snowed during the night again. My Champagne-O-Meter had a new-fallen cap of powder on him.
The new snow made it hard for the cats to nip into the backyard shed. So Lickety decided to beat the path.
Little birdies can make quite a mess, too. Oh sure, they look sweet:
But they have terrible manners, spilling their bird […]
August is my favorite month of the year: lush, steamy, poignant. It’s also my favorite chapter — because it’s the chapter where I let my Cat Lady self have free range. In Pawsylvania, as it turns out.
(For those of you reading along , turn to page 124 in When Wanderers Cease to Roam; but if you’re […]
You might recognize these elements from the June chapter of When Wanderers Cease to Roam. In my book, June is a month in flight — lots of birds and insects on my mind, floating in air as thick as the honey smells of Summer.
But June is also for remembering when you lived closer to the […]