|No Wimbledon for this unfortunate soul.|
|He's come unstrung|
Monday, 30 June 2014
Sunday, 29 June 2014
Saturday, 28 June 2014
Thursday, 26 June 2014
This might require a bit of explanation and some back story. Ten years ago I finished a year's clinical residency to prepare for work in spiritual care in a hospital setting.
Part of our training consisted of presenting a case study in which we would recount "verbatim" a conversation we had in which we believed there was much to be learned about ourselves and how we relate to people. We would reconstruct the conversation as best we could and would alter some details so ensure the privacy of the person/patient with whom we were conversing.
So...sometimes young summer students would be part of our cadre of caregivers learning as they go. Some of them spoke the vernacular of...well....youth! Heading into middle age, I experienced the speech patterns as equal parts amusing and annoying.
Huh...I think I went the long way around to explain this toon. Hope it isn't TOO arcane or esoteric!
Wednesday, 25 June 2014
Recently, I saw a dog investigating with considerable vigor and rigor a grassy spot near a light pole. Having recently made a joke about my own 'facial recognition software' failing when someone in a car honks at me or waves, I ended up taking a left turn....
I know--crude and cliche all in one toon. Sorry no refunds today.
|Equipped with fecal recognition software|
Tuesday, 24 June 2014
|Circa 1968 or so. I'm sitting far left.|
This picnic table lasted many seasons and until I was in my early twenties, one of my brothers or I had the task of shoring up the hardware and keeping the table and benches together and also adding a coat of stain for the new picnic season.
Officially it's summer "up here". So far, I suspect Mother Nature didn't get the memo.
Monday, 23 June 2014
A friend of ours is always good for a quip or a reference taken from "old movies", songs, or television programs. As a group convened for a meeting the other night, my clever friend riffed on the word "quorum".
Then again...there is the line, "Where two or more are gathered, eventually there will be a disagreement."
|So then, do we have a quarrel?|
Saturday, 21 June 2014
Five years ago today we crossed the border into Canada. Our two mini doxies and we had driven a long way and were anticipating new experiences on this adventure. It's surprising how time seems to rush by. The mind quickly latches onto recollections of the many events, experiences and relationships we've been part of.
Last night we watched a documentary, "Dear Mr. Watterson" that highlighted the work of the creator of "Calvin and Hobbes". To hear so many artists, scholars, and kids at heart speak about what his work means was inspiring. Mr. Watterson himself doesn't appear in the film as he guards his privacy. Among the things learned....those who draw for newspapers have it very tough...work they are so proud to produce gets schmooshed into a very tiny space (often mis aligned) so as to accommodate advertising flyers and other content. As a fan of "Calvin and Hobbes" I was reminded of the virtuoso quality of the art and writing. Other professional cartoonists say Watterson made it 'hard for the rest of us'. Really.
Friday, 20 June 2014
Thursday, 19 June 2014
Thursday, 12 June 2014
Wednesday, 11 June 2014
I remember a philosophy class in which we discussed "chairness". I'm not sure I understood what we were up to at the time. Then there's this watercolor. I still kind of like it yet the lines bother me a bit. Maybe I still don't get chairness.
I'll be back at the place where I found the chair and basket to draw. Maybe I'll take another whack at it if the chair is still in the garden at Wilderness Edge....
Tuesday, 10 June 2014
|Before and after--May 31, 2014|
Monday, 9 June 2014
|Some grill, others prefer a quicker method for healing a meal|
Sunday, 8 June 2014
Friday, 6 June 2014
Thursday, 5 June 2014
|Late fall 1960, my brothers and me. I'm the one reclining.|
Wednesday, 4 June 2014
Tuesday, 3 June 2014
Monday, 2 June 2014
We recently read "The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry", a probing and soulful narrative. At one point the protagonist finds his mind reeling as cliche riddled verbiage washes over him. He wonders why we don't let words have their power to say what we mean. Indeed.