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Winter windows feature raven-lie women exuding the charm imagined lost in the Gatsby era. In one, it feels as if she stepped off the page and gracefully draped herself on a chaise longue. The siren oozes nonchalance. With the sidewalk lower than the window, we look up her, larger-than-life, dazzling,... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at bird and blue
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The storm has come and almost gone. A sliver of beach remains. Waves roil the ocean, gather themselves and crash on the sand. The booming rushes into my chest and shakes my heart, imploring me to harness their power, master my fear, and venture forth toward new horizons. Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at bird and blue
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Union Square overwhelmed me with its perfectly conical Christmas tree and its many blinking lights, so many and so bright that, even in daylight, they were too much. A side path that runs along the square called me with a veritable forest of lush foliage and hanging yellow flowers that... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at bird and blue
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I. At the top of the pyramid, from behind, an arm lowered a hand onto my 14-year old shoulder. It tightened and pulled me across the step. A husky demand changed this enchanted evening among Mayan ruins into a nightmare to be fled. II. In the middle of a discussion... Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at bird and blue
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What if every thing that comes across your path means something, if there is a reason that you have found it now? Would you listen? Would the lesson become clear? Would you exhaust yourself trying to figure it out and then ask “What if every thing that comes across my... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at bird and blue
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An odd surreal painting has appeared in my studio. A path away and a doorway in sit side by side. Coming or going? Inside or out? The calming colors belie the struggle that rages behind this work. Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at bird and blue
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Out here where the Bay is rushing to meet the ocean, there is a stillness on the shore. Islands of driftwood twigs float on the sand. Logs and timbers lie forgotten. Bending to look at one, I am struck by an odd juxtaposition between a broken post with a bolt... Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at bird and blue
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Steel cables float up and back down, their rhythm set by cables that run back to the deck on which we drive. She stands, so strong against the changing sky, holding us up, carrying us forward, watching us go as we march back to land. Continue reading
Posted Dec 6, 2017 at bird and blue
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How many have stood on this bluff waiting for loved ones to return from the sea. Whether sunny or stormy they waited, expectant, hopeful, wishing safe passage to be the will of the winds. Whether with hands clasped, hearts held, or heads bowed, the yearning was deep and true. Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2017 at bird and blue
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As I sit here at my desk, my thoughts stray from the task at hand. I find myself once again overlooking the beach, hearing the leaves rustle, absorbing the wind’s gusts, though gentle, that tap on my cheeks, and feeling the waves’ invitation pounding in my ears, against my body,... Continue reading
Posted Dec 4, 2017 at bird and blue
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From the bluff at La Selva Beach the views extend south to Moss Landing, north to Santa Cruz, and out to anywhere the mind wishes to go. Wispy tree branches filter the sun softening the day while the ocean waves break in a cadence that draws my attention and the... Continue reading
Posted Dec 3, 2017 at bird and blue
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Random exclamatory utterances unrelated to surroundings or circumstances punctuate his language and announce the derailing of his train of thought. Forgotten social graces, frayed boundaries, and lost memories leave him sitting alone even when others are there. Time has slowed. His hands no longer move smoothly. Feet shuffle. His mind,... Continue reading
Posted Dec 2, 2017 at bird and blue
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Ba na na, rhizome bulb berry, flowered and ripened banana heart, sliver of sun still bearing the heat of the lush jungle where you grew. Continue reading
Posted Dec 1, 2017 at bird and blue
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Snapseed Is my new obsession. Once I open a picture, I enter a world of possibility. I can play gently and just enhance what the camera saw or I can change the perspective, distress it with texture and rough edges, enter a realm where color oozes from each element or... Continue reading
Posted Nov 30, 2017 at bird and blue
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Where once there was order, Rows and columns of perfectly glazed glass, a study in sameness that retreated into the building that held it, there now blooms chaos, a field of multi-hued, oddly shaped fragments that sing in harmony. Continue reading
Posted Nov 29, 2017 at bird and blue
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Color. Image. Text. Overlapping and exploding off the canvas and into my solar plexus and sending me off balance. As I land on the bench, after breathing deeply several times, I look up. Infront of me, and to both sides, are a series of book-sized pages filled with collaged elements... Continue reading
Posted Nov 28, 2017 at bird and blue
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Seeking inspiration, we headed to Berkeley Artisans Holiday Open Studios and my favorite Berkeley creative haven, The Sawtooth Building. From its serrated rooftop to its warren of narrow hallways, it beckons, hinting at inspiration hidden around each corner and muses swinging from the rafters. Continue reading
Posted Nov 27, 2017 at bird and blue
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Two lanes frame thousands of dashes that maintain order in the parallel flow. Cars, now without risk, inch hood to trunk for mile as the lanes narrow. As they crawl, they begin to pass iron miners reaching into the earth deeper and deeper to pull out the oil that powers... Continue reading
Posted Nov 26, 2017 at bird and blue
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After so many miles, leaving the freeway brought a sigh of relief that lasted only until we saw what we had descended into -- shuttered storefronts and abandoned lots. Faded pride languished on all sides until we neared the Steinbeck Center where restored buildings stood over crowded sidewalks. Vibrancy returned... Continue reading
Posted Nov 25, 2017 at bird and blue
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Between the houses in Montecito passes a trail strewn with boulder fragments. It roams from manicured gardens past water-cooled ravines and up into the chaparral where sun edged outcroppings and expansive views of the shimmering ocean are broken only by the ridges of the Channel Islands and the concentration of... Continue reading
Posted Nov 24, 2017 at bird and blue
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On leaving King City, signs and sidewalks disappear behind us. We speed through open country until low hills emerge along the roadway’s periphery. Presently, the surface of the hills shifts from smooth and brown mushroom-cap undulations to a sea of leafy amber and scarlet. On all sides, I see only... Continue reading
Posted Nov 23, 2017 at bird and blue
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She snuck up on me With fingers reaching over my head and pressing my eyelids down. Her other arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me in, urging me to bend forward and curl in toward my center, no longer feeling like I could walk or think or speak. I... Continue reading
Posted Nov 22, 2017 at bird and blue
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On a steel plate warmed from beneath by a cluster of bulbs, Iies a molten sheet of clear wax. Onto this base, I draw a field of blue, spheres of sea foam and staccato marks of iridescent yellow. When the wax first meets the kozo, it draws the fibers in,... Continue reading
Posted Nov 21, 2017 at bird and blue
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Lake of lava cooled and walkable but rifted with vents where steam escapes in small plumes. Higher, on the cliffs, pushed upward by ancient seismic stretching steam also rises. Five to ten times per day the earth shudders and reminds us she is not done growing. And so, with respect... Continue reading
Posted Nov 20, 2017 at bird and blue
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Tide flowed into the water-worn channel carrying the green sea turtle with it. He swam into an eddy and rested there beneath the surface, calm, still and protected lifting his head for just a moment, seemingly surveying his surroundings before dropping down below the ledge to listen to the sea. Continue reading
Posted Nov 19, 2017 at bird and blue