I found this invitation used as a bookmark in an old book at my parents house.
"The wintry day, descending to its close,
Invites all wearied nature to repose,
And shades of night are falling dense and fast
Like sable curtains closing o'er the past.
Pale through the gloom the newly fallen snow
Wraps in a shroud the silent earth below
As though 'twere mercy's hand had spread the pall,
A symbol of forgiveness unto all"

-OF Whitney

"And right action is freedom
From past and future also.
For most of us, this is the aim
Never here to be realised;
Who are only undefeated
Because we have gone on trying"

-TS Eliot



"They looked up and saw a star
shining in the east beyond them far
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night"


some paintings

here's a few paintings. If anyone wants to buy one I want to get rid of the other 4. Cheap.



"Remember man that thou art made of clay
and in this world thou hast not long to stay"


a painting

here's my first painting of the semester and the only one I have a photo of. It's somewhat religious because the man has a slight halo. He's preaching or something. Happy Thanksgiving everybody.


Bob the builder visited my site.


old buildings

We explored the town of Eureka and Tintic, which are very old but still lived in. This last picture is of the inside of what once was "the Star Theatre". The roof is gone now. Most of the buildings were locked. The 2nd picture of the landscape explains why I love the west so much.
"But home is beneath the great big skies
And the northern pains and otherwise
open spaces,
nowadays there aren't as many".



on leaving Wyoming

On leaving Jackson I passed a little place that had this old gas station left over. And then I hit the deserty part of western Wyoming which was beautifully vacant (rte 189) Lots of options for people worried about the urban sprall. And then there's been this ghost in my apt. He looks fake, and he is.


Till We Have Faces


"Do you begin to set your wits against mine? Throw yourself down."

"Oh no, no, no; mercy!" said I.



All things on earth point home in Old October:
Sailors to sea,
Travellers to walls and fences,
Hunters to field and hollow,
The lover to the love he has forsaken.

-Thomas Wolfe


Tell ol' Bill

The evening sun is sinking low
The woods are dark, the town is too,
They'll drag you down, they're running the show
Ain't no telling what they'll do.
Tell ol' Bill when he comes home,
That anything is worth a try
Tell him that I'm not alone
And the hour has come to do or die.
All the world I would defy.
Let me make it plain as day.
I look at you and I sigh,
How could it be any other way?




The field is dry
The air is cold
but color was bought
when summer was sold


end of August hike

"What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made peaceful as a fire
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done being what she is?"



Evening Call

Where was I when the evening called

And the day’s lights went down

When working men turned toward home

And frost covered the ground?

I past a sullen soul who said

‘From signs I turn away

The writings are all wrong

The hills are steep and grey.’

Where was I when the evening called?

I can't hear or see,

The snow lies on the field

The fret lies on me.


Curse the ambition

Somebody knows the answer. thats nice to see. I wonder who it was.

"I heard the old, old men say
'everything alters'"



Greg Brown concert

I finally got to see Greg Brown last night in Driggs Idaho. It was really good! He played a lot of blues and his classics and Bo Ramsey was really good too.



nice looking spot o land.


ps beagle

Here is there
High is low
All may be undone,
What is true
No two men know
And what is gone is gone.



this mountain is called the "sleeping indian" as it sort of looks like.



I didnt catch anything on free fishing day

I went into a hazel wood
because a fire was in my head
and cut and peeled a hazel wand
and hooked a berry to a thread


katinka Lampe

I found this portrait artist who is painting in the Neatherlands. Her name is katinka Lampe, and I like her work, mostly her use of flat surfaces, good anatomy, and interesting psychology. I just wish she'd paint some other age groups as well. I don't know how I feel about using kids in art a lot. I mean, I don't like to see the psychology of our era reflected in kids... its too negative.