Friday, December 30, 2011

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Thursday, December 22, 2011



"Closing Time"

Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom's running high

Saturday, December 17, 2011

           Green cabinets.  

Wednesday, December 07, 2011

Perhaps men could cease to be wolves to one another, and human beings could learn to be human.

--Ben Franklin
Crabs of the world, Unite.   You have nothing to lose but your claws.

Tuesday, December 06, 2011

Came Back With the Wind

Thursday, November 24, 2011

                      Eulogy for Gary, the dead race horse.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Saturday, November 19, 2011


Music, Music, Music.

Sunday, November 13, 2011


        EGS


















Friday, November 11, 2011




NuArt Bookends, c. 30's or 40's

Monday, October 24, 2011

                                      Sidi

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Photos of old Mississippi by Eudora Welty. From the book:  One Time,One Place

http://www.upress.state.ms.us/books/545

Monday, October 17, 2011

                       "Top o' the Morning"        9 miles out,  c. 1974

Sunday, October 16, 2011

                                  "Whaddya say, Handsome?"
                                     --Porter Middleton

Friday, October 14, 2011

Billy Joe Johnson and Friends, Myrtle, '73.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Wednesday, October 05, 2011

                        Latter day Haint.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Saturday, September 24, 2011

 Adolphus Hotel, Dallas, Texas.  March, '64.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The 2,500-year anniversary of the Battle of Marathon is about to happen on the east coast of the United States (Europe and Asia have already begun the 2,500-year anniversary day).
In just over 12 hours, Professor Paul Cartledge, A.G. Leventis Chair of Greek Culture at Cambridge University and Chairman of Marathon2500, will begin the final - and ninth - lecture of the Marathon2500 program.
Joined by scholars around the world live via webinar/toll-free conference call, Professor Cartledge will reflect on the context and meaning of the Battle of Marathon and why we have been celebrating the 2,500 year anniversary over the last 12 months.
Interested and curious adults the world over are invited to join us for this commemoration of the 2,500 year anniversay. Register here for the toll-free phone number and webinar ID:
http://marathon2500-9.eventbrite.com

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

And sometimes live music by the crablegs

Sunday, September 04, 2011


                       Postcard purchased at Hotel Manx, San Francisco, 1963  

Tuesday, August 30, 2011




Hark
While I croon a verse
In praise
Of the universe.
The universe is quite good-sized,
And is, I think, well organized,
Containing as it does, a slew
Of stars and planets. Comets too
Occasionally whiz about
And dodge and circle in and out
Among the clustered nebulae.
They scare the dickens out of me,
But I suppose they know their stuff
And are expert and quick enough
To keep from bumping or colliding
With other worlds. But I'm residing
At present on the planet, earth,
And it does not arouse my mirth
To see these reckless comets fly
Around as if they owned the sky.
It's much too dangerous in a crowd,
And really shouldn't be allowed.
Yet tho there's nothing to prevent
Bad manners in the firmament,
The heavenly bodies, generally,
Are well behaved and courteously
Avoid all quarrels and disputes-
Tho when they have them, they are beauts.
As to the universe's size,
It's rather large than otherwise,
Containing stars and galaxies
And satellites of all degrees.
And some are dim and some are bright,
But all are lighted up at night,-
Mostly along the Milky Way-
A quite remarkable display.
Some scientific fellows hope
By peering thru a telescope
To chart the heavens and name each star
Of all the billions that there are.
More sensible I think it is
Just to sit back and let them whiz
Along on their accustomed track
Around and round the zodiac.
For since they are not bothering me
I think it's best to let them be.
And that is all I have to say
About the universe today.
    ---The Poems of Freddy the Pig  
            By Walter Brooks

Tuesday, August 23, 2011


The Moth and the Star
A young and impressionable moth once set his heart on a certain star. He told his mother about this and she counseled him to set his heart on a bridge lamp instead. "Star's aren't the thing to hang around," she said; "lamps are the thing to hang around." "You get somewhere that way," said the moth's father. "You don't get anywhere chasing stars." But the moth would not heed the words of either parent. Every evening at dusk when the star came out he would start flying toward it and every morning at dawn he would crawl back home worn out with his vain endeavor. One day his father said to him, "You haven't burned a wing in months, boy, and it looks to me as if you were never going to. All your brothers have been badly burned flying around street lamps and all your sisters have been terribly singed flying around house lamps. Come on, now, get yourself scorched! A big strapping moth like you without a mark on him!"
The moth left his father's house, but he would not fly around street lamps and he would not fly around house lamps. He went right on trying to reach the star, which was four and one-third light years, or twenty-five trillion miles, away. The moth thought it was just caught in the top branches of an elm. He never did reach the star, but he went right on trying, night after night, and when he was a very, very old moth he began to think that he really had reached the star and he went around saying so. This gave him a deep and lasting pleasure, and he lived to a great old age. His parents and his brothers and his sisters had all been burned to death when they where quite young.
Moral: Who flies afar from the sphere of our sorrow is here today and here tomorrow.

---James Thurber 

Saturday, August 20, 2011


"The Oysterman", by Fonville Winans

"Free Hot Dogs"
Denver, 1984

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Post Card
Myrtle Beach, 50 years ago.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Sunday, August 07, 2011

Thursday, August 04, 2011

1950 Oldsmobile Station Wagon