
And you thought I was done with these… HA

And you thought I was done with these… HA

Feel free to ask questions…


These are the last pictures of the trip I took with Olivia to Balboa Park in San Diego.

I guess I already posted that one when I was messing with her in Photoshop. I am babysitting Olivia again tomorrow, and then I won’t see her for a while. Her mom is pregnant with twin boys, and Olivia’s grandma is coming to help. I will miss my little buddy. I love her like she was one of my own daughters.

But I did make another little friend that day.

I saved one picture from the botanical pavilion.

Awwwwwww…

And I took a picture of the front of one of the museums, because I think that will look cool in my ‘reflecting water’ series.

Not exactly a masterpiece, but it still cracks me up.

Remember how much fun I used to have with this little bridge troll?

Ahhh… the good old days.

We thought that a guy behind the president pulling strings and allowing torture was the worst thing that could happen…

Getting us into crazy wars for no reason… that are still going on, more or less…

Shooting a friend in the face… and getting him to apologize for it…

Good times.


When I was born, in 1960… yeah, I’m old, shut up… things in America were not all that great for minorities, females and the environment. And yet, as you look at the years since then, things have seemed to be, with a few minor dips, on the upswing. We have made real progress. And now we have president tRump.

All of a sudden, minorities are under threat, women have scant hope of being treated better, the environment is more or less under attack, and, despite all his pompous pronouncements about making America great again, the only people who seem to be heading for a better life are the filthy rich, oil and coal executives, racists, and people who like watching things fall apart because their life already sucks.

There is really only two ways to look at this new republican-run America. Either this is the last gasp of the dinosaurs before they go extinct, or this is the way things are going to be until we all drown or choke on toxic water and air. Either the republican party will topple and break apart due to its own ineptitude, and we try to repair the damage, or we will just watch one more society being tossed on the great garbage heap of history. So far, the numbers are not giving me much hope. The percentage of people who think tRump is actually doing a good job is… ummm… disheartening. People, he read a freekin’ speech off a teleprompter without ranting, he didn’t become presidential.

Now what, you might be asking yourself, do the pictures have to do with this post. Well, let me tell you. Back in my early teens, I did that piece of art, called ‘A Comedy Of Arrows’ It is an obvious play on the title of the play by the immortal bard, and it is also a thinly-veiled swing at the industrial military complex.The picture is ripe with symbolism, but what I thought was really clever about it was that it doesn’t have a top or bottom. It works facing any of the four directions. I was going to frame it, and then spin it around every day and see if anybody noticed. And I was going through old blog posts looking for cute pictures of Jessica and Jason for their wedding, and I needed a picture for this post, and since the tile has the word direction in it, I thought I would add it.
Mystery solved.

Nothing tRump has done so far has made us safer from terrorist. In fact, nothing he has done so far has made any improvement on the lives of any American…

Well… unless you own a coal company, and now you can save money on coal sludge dumping…

Oh, and people who like to shoot bears and wolves from helicopters…

Other than that, nobody is any safer than they were, and I will make a prediction: The next terrorist attack that does take place on American soil, tRump will use it to further erode our civil liberties.

Right now, the truth is that anyone who isn’t white is much less safe in this country. I will even go so far as to say that women will become less and less safe in this racism and testosterone-fueled new world of ours.

And even if you are a white male who was born here, you better hope you don’t end up with no health insurance, no job, and the prices at Walmart going through the roof.

So good luck with all of that.

Good thing I took all these pictures of pretty flowers to take our minds off things.

Oh man… I crack me up…

It strikes me that my idea in the last post… putting words between the pretty pictures that have nothing to do with flowers, but might be worth discussing… was a pretty good idea.

I have always held the opinion that writers… and this particularly includes song writers… should put some message into their words. Something to make people think and talk about things. Or at least to give them hope. That is why I am not a huge fan of negative messages in songs.

I mean, a good band can get slip messages into their music, and reach people who might otherwise not get that message.

I’m not saying that every story, poem or song has to have a message, or that the message has to be deep.

But they don’t need to contain a message that seems to revolve around the premise that the world is so screwed up that nothing we can do can make it worse, so do whatever you want, either.

And a message can be gloomy but still be important and worth discussing.

But now I have spent so much time babbling about messages and stealth message delivery systems, that I am running out of room to put a message in this post that we can talk and think about.

Uh… that picture up there isn’t even a flower, it is just a plant with brightly colored leaves… I just wanted to make sure you were paying attention… so… uh…

How about that tRump guy and his gang of evil swamp vermin, huh?