A Rare Moment Of Levity From Hill Street Blues

Hill Street Blues
I hope you remember the show.

Lunch Time Art

As you may know, I practice drawing on my lunch hour.

 It makes me happy when it turns out well. 

When it doesn't, I do get a bit grumpy until the next time. 

I will have reached my goal when the drawing comes seemingly without much effort.

As I started on this drawing a fellow worker who was sitting beside me commented 

that I was making a big leap in drawing a full picture of someone. 

I began and he left. 

When he came back about an hour later, this is what I showed him.

the book picture on the left

my first attempt on the right

the drawing in the book was done in charcoal.

The author said it took him 15 minutes.

My drawing attempt in pencil.

It took me about 45 minutes.

When my co-worker looked at it and said he could not believe it,

I was pleased by his reaction.

My years journey continues.

later

coffee time

Ray

A Foggy London Morning?

Nope, just a few quick pictures from my back yard here in southern Florida this morning. It was actually foggier before that before I had the thought to snap a few pictures.

Looks peaceful doesn't !

Looking across the lake

One can barely see the house across the water

love those palm trees

Beautiful isn't it

Time for some morning coffee
later
ray

I'd pick more daisies!

Ever have those thoughts that you wish life had a do over button, me too.

"I'd Pick More Daisies"

by Don Herold

"Of course, you can't unfry an egg, but there is no law against thinking about it. If I had my life to live over, I would try to make more mistakes. I would relax. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I know of very few things that I would take seriously. I would be less hygienic. I would go more places. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less bran.

I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary troubles.

You see, I have been one of those fellows who live prudently and sanely, hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I have had my moments. But if I had it to do over again, I would have more of them - a lot more. I never go anywhere without a thermometer, a gargle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had it to do over, I would travel lighter.

It may be too late to unteach an old dog old tricks, but perhaps a word from the unwise may be of benefit to a coming generation. I may help them to fall into some of the pitfalls I have avoided.

If I had my life to live over, I would pay less attention to people who teach tension. In a world of specialization we naturally have a superabundance of individuals who cry at us to be serious about their individual specialty. They tell us we must learn Latin or History; otherwise we will be disgraced and ruined and flunked and failed. After a dozen or so of these protagonists have worked on a young mind, they are apt to leave it in hard knots for life. I wish they had sold me Latin and History as a lark.

I would seek out more teachers who inspire relaxation and fun. I had a few of them, fortunately, and I figure it was they who kept me from going entirely to the dogs. From them I learned how to gather what few scraggly daisies I have gathered along life's cindery pathway.

If I had my life to live over, I would start barefooted a little earlier in the spring and stay that way a little later in the fall. I would play hooky more. I would shoot more paper wads at my teachers. I would have more dogs. I would keep later hours. I'd have more sweethearts. I would fish more. I would go to more circuses. I would go to more dances. I would ride on more merry-go-rounds. I would be carefree as long as I could, or at least until I got some care - instead of having my cares in advance.

More errors are made solemnly than in fun. The rubs of family life come in moments of intense seriousness rather than in moments of light-heartedness. If nations - to magnify my point - declared international carnivals instead of international war, how much better that would be!

I doubt, however, that I'll do much damage with my creed. The opposition is too strong. There are too many serious people trying to get everybody else to be too darned serious."

- http://www.livinglifefully.com/flo/floidpickmoredaisies.htm

borrowed from 

http://runningcauseicantfly2-coyoteprime.blogspot.com/

Clueless

I recently e mailed a woman and ended it with a cute XO XO.

She sent back NO NO.

Something tells me not to get my hopes up!

Some Earth, Wind, and Fire

The Guess Who--These Eyes

They Know We Don't Know

Drawing Update

I know that this might be a bit boring for some of you. Sorry about that. Just another post of my drawing journey-adventure. I try to do a drawing on my lunch time, most of the time succeeding. Yesterday didn't work out. I will show that down the road after I try again.

Anyway, only three to look at today!

this one is new

a second attempt

drawn upside down

part of a drawing exercise

I started with the right hoof and drew down from there!

another second attempt

thanks for stopping by

later 

Ray

The Groundswell Of Dissent

 I have been watching with great interest all the reports 

and stories of people who have had enough of the status quo. 

It starts by not having enough food to feed ones family.  It starts by living in poverty. 

No food. No water. No place to live. Lives of despair.

The people are willing to die to make things right for all.

They don't want to die.

But they will.

Liberty and justice for all.

Sound familiar?

It is spreading.

It could happen in a land near you.

It will.