
My mom loved the vase I made for her in my glass blowing classes.

It now resides on top of her old player piano.

My wife loved the little vase I made for her in colors that match our remodeled home. She was actually moved by the heart in glass.

I mean, it isn’t anatomically correct… but when you tell a woman that she always has your heart… well…

I also have some photos from that dog park down by the bay.

I have enough pictures to do another post, so I will give more details later.

Sunset over the Golden Gate never gets old.

San Francisco looked lovely.

And the sunset colors really do match that vase I made for my mom.

I took most of these with my good camera.

But it isn’t that good for selfies… so… I leave you with this last photo taken with my phone…

Yeah… I took a photo of my thumb…









That glass piece with the heart-shaped object looks great! How did you manage to do that?
It wasn’t easy. And it hurt.
Ah, yes…true art is always painful, isn’t it? But somebody has to do it! If not for lunatics like us, the world would be incredibly dull.
Yeah it would!