When the water began rising around here, the first thing that happened is all the snakes left their brush-piles and…
The time of year has arrived when deer flies appear to torment anything that moves. Like the fighter planes circling…
While I am preoccupied with summertime activities and volunteer projects, I am sharing some more drawings from my sketchbook archives.…
Here’s a tiny sketchbook triptych from a couple years ago.
The sun was low in the west when we stepped out of the restaurant. Our silhouettes lay long upon the…
Day 2 of the Chicago Blues Festival found me starting the day at a different festival altogether. I attended the…
Even the teakettle is singing the blues.
This morning, as I drove into Chicago for the Blues Festival, I heard that Anthony Bourdain had killed himself. I…