SATURDAY GALLERY

SATURDAY GALLERY  






North Beach, San Francisco

5th Avenue, New York City

 Caffe Bene, Santa Cruz

Seaside, Oregon

 Lincoln Memorial, Washington D.C.

TUNLERS

HOOVER TOWER, STANFORD

SKETCH PLAN


Whidbey Island

SHE BELONGS TO ME

Too bad this ends so abruptly.  Even so...

Old Man at the Door

OLD MAN AT THE DOOR


An old man came to the door just now asking directions.  He was  at least 75--probably closer to 80--and seemed more confused than just needing direction.  I would say dementia is not far off.  He was driving a nice Jag, and he was dressed smartly.  He couldn't tell me an exact address of where he was going, just the general location of a home which he used to own and from where he knew how to get to his ultimate destination---or so he said.

We first looked at a map, and then I used Google Street View and "drove around"  general neighborhoods until he recognized landmarks and eventually his old house.  I drew a map for him to take with him, and happily, the route was simple.

I asked him what he had done for a living, and it turns out he was a Navy pilot, at least for a time.  He was stationed in Pensacola, Florida, in the early 1960's, and flew a Grumman S-2 Tracker.  His face brightened when I brought up a page of images on my computer screen!

Later, he was the commanding officer of a squadron of  T-28 Trojans, and trained pilots to land on aircraft carriers.  He had 175 carrier landings himself.

He pronounced one word with a southern accent, and I asked where he was from.  He was raised in West Virginia, and his name was Sam.

It was a great chance meeting of an interesting man whose life was well lived.

NEW HUMMINGBIRD FEEDER

It took a couple of days for the birds to warm up to it---they don't like change.

моя учительница

Not what I was expecting...

اسرار ازل را نه تو دانی و نه من
وين حل معما نه تو دانی و نه من
هست از پس پرده گفت‌وگوی من و تو
چون پرده برافتد نه تو مانی و نه من

"The secrets eternal neither you know nor I

And answers to the riddle neither you know nor I

Behind the veil there is much talk about us,

When the veil falls, neither you remain nor I."

--Omar Khayyam 

Somebody That I Used to Know -Gotye

I finally got a picture of one of the Anna's Hummingbirds that visits me first thing every morning. It's sitting on the swing I bought for them. $15 seemed like a lot at the time, but it's so much fun watching them sit on the swing---especially when it's windy. LOL

It's below freezing out, and there's ice in the feeder.

жил да был...

Looking West from Casa Juanita at Hill's Corners

Once I lived a few doors down from a retirement home, and every morning around 10, I saw an old man who lived there walk around the block.  I thought he’d like company, so I asked  if I could join him.  He thought it was a great idea, and we walked regularly together for several months.  He was a retired ship builder from New England.

One morning when we met he was crying.  He was ashamed that he couldn't remember my name, and he wanted me to know how much he appreciated our friendship. I told him I was sure he knew my name, but just couldn't remember it.  I also suggested that the day may come when he couldn't remember me at all, and he would still be my friend.

He smiled broadly, his eyes twinkled, and he said:  “Thanks, Barry.”

We laughed.

1134 Glen Canyon Road

1134 Glen Canyon Road

I used this rough sketch to lay out a pencil drawing that I gave to a friend. I was pleased with the final drawing, and that's not always the case.

CHILEAN BAHA'I TEMPLE CONSTRUCTION PROGRESS

I've been drawing  structures and thinking about how buildings are held together with concrete and steel for 35 years, so I find that aspect of the newsreel particularly fascinating.  I'd like to see the drawings for the mezzanine slab.

HUTTON'S VIREO

At least I think that's the species I saw at the feeder this morning.  What I didn't notice was the eye ring.  Next time!

There were about five or six of them.

It's great having a son in high places, especially when he's armed with a camera.

Russian Sailor Wood Carving

WOOD CARVING



I bought this carving from a Russian vendor during the Tall Ships celebration held a few years ago on Commencement Bay.

Tug's eyes are green tonight.

WEST COAST SWING

It's unrehearsed, spontaneous lead and follow, with self-expression to music in a connected and structured partnership.  Does that even make sense?

LAST COLOR

The maples and dogwood (lower left) are taking their turn.  It's been a wonderful Fall.

Man of Constant Sorrow --Sung by Bob Dylan

OAHU CEMETERY

Your character isn't revealed in how you treat your friends, 

but rather in how you treat those who aren't.  --be

Vincent Van Gogh painted his bedroom in Arle at least three times that I know of.  It's fascinating how every element is in the exact same place, but rendered with fresh eyes.

TRAFFIC CONE IN PROCTOR

ASILOMAR

THE REDBUD

Planted ten years ago, it took center stage for a week or so in the backyard this year.

The maple begins coloring just as the redbud peaks.

A rare, foggy morning.

From my kitchen window.

COMANCHE INDIANS THROWING THE LASSO 

George Catlin,  Oil on canvas, 1852

SPOTTED TOWHEE

Spied  Towhees scratching around under the bird feeder this morning.  This is the third consecutive year that I've recognized them visiting me in the Fall.  Attracting birds with seed and suet is a benefit of keeping my cat indoors.