The Rock

Water

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Pay?

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Girls

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The Might-is! Fin and Cam

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Kitchen

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Portico

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Down the path

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Done

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Wild Flowers Sown

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Diana's Roost

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Citadel Front

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Too bad nothing Grows Here...

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The trench

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Yo Quero Taco Bell?

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Air Boofer

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The Boofer does her "black cloud" immitation from LOST by elevating 8 inches straight up.

Moon considers...

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Sadie levitates.

Questioning the wisdom...

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Except little Yoda:

"Very much weedage ...HMnnnn...hard too see..."

Hard at it...Mac is on shovel and camera

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In Charge

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I'm with the Cat on this one..that large black thing is like the Cloud from LOST.

The Master & Commander

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Missy surveys the project.

Giants Day in April

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Moon, Cammie and her Build a Bear (dog) at the Giants vs. St. Louis game.

An easy day except on the wallet. After my first divorce it was 5 bucks to Park at Candlestick and 2 bucks to get into the bleachers. Of course the crowd was sparse, but that is becoming more of a reality this year than any other in recent Giants history.

Saturday it was $30 bucks just to park. The next time we take the Ferry from Larkspur or park in the Upper Sunset and take the Muni to the Park.

But I had subtle revenge coming into the park with multiple packs, ready for anything. Plenty of food and two bags of Giants-branded peanuts from Safeway (Thank you Mr. Magowen) that would have each cost as much as tickets inside the ballpark.

Unleashed Daughter with the digital and she managed, without any provocation, to capture the best story of the day (Cain;s 7 innings of brilliance being the other...before the Giants fell apart like an old Volkswagen at 250 mph). It was Steve Bowker's first day in the majors, and as many famous Giants players have done in the past he was the star...going 2 for 2 with a home run in the middle of a pitcher's duel.

The savvy Giants crown, knowing the history applauded loudly and long after the single (a dead giveaway...who does that for just any single?); then demanded a curtain call from the young man after the homer.

Here is the sequence as shot by Camille:

FourthStreetStudio in Berkeley with Cam

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Gail Machlis' work on display at the 4th Street Studio and Gallery.

Great work at this studio/gallery down in the revitalized fish market area in Berkeley. Walking distance from Spengers. Cammie and I both liked the whimsical nature of Gail Machlis' work. Fun...well done and very affordable (even for originals).

Opening

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Proud Dad

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I am so proud of Camille and how she conducts herself. She is courteous, engaging and self-confident (without being arrogant...just spirited). She easily engages adults and is a keen observer.

Presents

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Ecstacy causes blurring

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She loved the Eloise book!

Dinner at Spengers in Berkeley

2007-11-25T21:52:00.000-08:00

I wanted to take Camille someplace special for her 10th birthday. I took Ad to a World Series game on his 10th and, well, there is no way to duplicate that. But a nice dinner out at a nice restaurant, and a walk to window shop and a gallery visit seemed good. It was and Camille is a delightful date and great conversationalist. She started with the fried calamari and a Shirley Temple. Then had an herb encrusted salmon filet served on an onion, apple and bacon hash. Extremely yummy (she shared a bite).

Zoe...er...Camille

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A special birthday dessert at Spengers. A hoit fudge stuffed chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream and raspberry sauce.

In this picture, Cammie looks like Zoe from the Francis Ford Coppola short film in New York Stories "Life Without Zoe".

Camille's presents

2007-11-25T21:41:00.000-08:00

A love for books runs through our whole family on both sides and also extends to Lori and my signifcant others. Roy (Lori's husband) is in the publishing business and quite successful. Leslie (my girlfriend) is an accomplished editor for Time-Warner.

Camille loved her books. She was ecstatic about Eloise in Paris and plans to collect the whole series. She explained all the characters to me.

Camille's Room

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Impressive in its organization.

Adam and Camille

2007-11-25T21:36:00.000-08:00

Adam is a great big brother even if he doesn;t believe in Ringo Starr.

That's right. According to Camille, Adam is an aringostarrian. Disbelieves in his existence and his druimming (ironic since he is a drummer).

Adamhas a great heart. I have written about this elsewhere. So it is not unusual for him to spontaneously hug his sister for no obvious reason. I really like and respect that about him. He has a generosity of spirit, a lot like brother Thomas.

His mom bought him an extra long bed today. At about the same age my mom took me to Sears for the same. He's gotta be 6'2" by now and growing fast. I think he may pass me, which would be kinda fun.

This picture is very reminiscent of one I took of Sean and Thomas hugging when they were 2 and 3.5.

Crab Box

2007-11-25T21:26:00.000-08:00

Cammie ("Cami" is her spelling) is the 3rd Mac to own the box.

I owned it originally. It came with a microscope set that I tried to use...but really what do you do with it?

Later I just kept the box and gave it to Thomas who used to to keep his elaborate collection of crab artifacts and shells from Pt. Reyes.

Then Cammuie wanted it and decided it needed a good painting. It still has Tosco's crab shells and some new stuff. But I really like the design.

Tonight at our private dinner celebrating her 10th birthday we talked aboput many things including the box (she described what she had decided to do...I love it) and also things like names. As far as Macs go she is the only other CCM or CCMac (Christopher Carl and Camille Catherine) and Thomas and I are both Christopher MacDonalds (Thomas Christopher).

Matisse & Thiebaud

2007-11-23T06:58:00.000-08:00

The Red Studio, by Henri Matisse.

I'm a beginning painter. My teacher's work (J. Rod Swenson) can be seen HERE. he lives in Taipei now with LizAnn and comes back to Sacrmento twice a year to sell his paintings.

His coloration is deeply influenced by Matisse as are some of his subjects. He, in turn, has influenced me and my coloration to come extent (not to the fullest).

So, in a way, I am one of Matisse's bastard step grand-children. I unabashedly also admit that Van Gogh and Monet have influenced me as well. And in a very real sense, just as Modernity leaves me fairly cold, so do the Modernist painters. I can admire Pollock's balls (apparently many did), and Picasso. But their works often appear to me more like philosophical treatises than transportive art.

While I would go farther than Malraux (Andre, not Maugham) and his statement that "art is the last defense against death," I do get his meaning and agree with it to an extent. The last defense against death is resurrection. Art is a fine way to open up to that. That's part of why I paint my cityscapes.

To see the best cityscapes Wayne Thiebaud has no equal. He, like Swenson and myself, are from Sacramento. I had the dubious distinction of doing artwork for the Mather AFB newspaper for a season...a job Thiebald once had in the 60s. Other than those two facts, and that we both work with oils and do cityscapes...there is no real connection at all. I stand in utter awe. Viewing his work is like pure heroin with no side effects.

You can go to MOMA in SF, or the deYoung and or go to the Thiebaud Gallery in either San Francisco or New York. The current exhibits there run through December 22.

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Entry Hall

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Moon's building is cool and has gone through some careful and tasteful reclamation of times past.

Up Close

2007-11-23T05:05:00.000-08:00

Moon admires part of the three huge Waterlilies panels by Claude Monet at MOMA

Of course it has become passe to be into Claude Monet, which is just dumb once you actually see his genius in front of you. Sure, his work has now, so ironically, become so over exposed as to become branding.

But there it is at MOMA and it is quite a surprise...up close.

I do not paint often enough, but when I do, it is a wrestling match that seems unending. Particularly difficult is how to lay down paint and work it in such a way that works up close also works from a distance...the distance people will view the final painting from. They often seem to be different paintings entirely.

But they aren't, and Monet is no different. Up close the work is brutish and seems almost haphazard. It isn't either when viewed from 20 feet away. Whisps of green, yellow and purple that look childlike upclose, draw the eye in from afar. It works spectacularly, which was a great part of Monet’s genius. You sit or stand with people from all nations visiting Manhattan and get an even deeper sense of the differences of time and culture that you will not find in Marin (where an antique is 80 years old). But you can see I am headed somewhere with this (“he’s always headed somewhere”). Since Moon and I began dating in July the question of our viability, given our 2600 mile long couch, has come into healthy question. It is a question we may not be able to answer fairly because Moon was contemplating moving West to the Bay Area before she met the Dredd Pirate MacStang. It only sweetened the allure and brought genuine terror to the notion for her (I hope I can speak for you darling).

I’ve certainly not disappointed in either category, which gets to the core matrix of the matter: How can you truly get to know someone at all and have a sense of normalcy when you only see them from a distance?

The very real questions about “reality” verses fantasy have to be addressed. In other words, the paint up close on the canvas needs to be viewed every bit as much as taking in the whole picture. That is why they have museums…so you can get up close and physically see.

Of course there are visits. Moon has been to Marin three times, I am currently in New York for my first time. The real issue, for me, is the same as when we were first talking. Because we could not see each other right away, we could not be simply swept away and leave real issues and deeper communication in the dust of lust. We had to talk about all though other “things”. This has worked out for us. In fact, when we hit some early snags (usually my inherent issues) it was just that foundation of honest communication and safe disclosure that helped give us the space to wait and allow those things to iron themselves out.

Still, without a core attraction to work from we would now simply be very good friends. I might still be visiting, just sleeping on the couch.So we continue to move forward.

One surprise, for me, was how much baggage I was packing that I was unaware of. I had not made the little connections like my being a virtual recluse for two years might make spending every moment with someone for three days a small strain. You cannot see everything and it will drive you mad if you try. So, better to have the tools in place to talk openly and with kindness and respect. Now a month or so after that time Moon and I were together in California and in NY for eleven days. Not only was it not a problem, she is going to miss my cooking.

I have no answers for those in long-term long distance relationships with no end in sight except to say one of you has to eventually move. This is not easy with issues of kids, jobs, area aesthetics, friends, etc. But if you want a real partner you may have to look hard at those issues and decide what you both want.

Me? I want Moon to move to the Bay Area and setup shop so we can keep dating and growing a relationship. Why couldn’t I find a woman in the Bay Area (Lord knows I dated enough) to be this interested in? I dunno. Maybe the distance factor brings a seriousness and openness to real sacrifice that local relationships do not as easily afford?

Please do comment!!

P.S. I liked MOMA very much, but for my money, give me the MOMA in SF or the deYoung. They play less to covering every base and they don’t have that damned “steeel cube” or the “plexiglass sculpture”. Ah Manhattan

Nioe Shoes...

2007-11-23T04:26:00.000-08:00

The three-paneled Monet is amazing.

Subway to MOMA

2007-11-23T04:23:00.000-08:00

Moon and I wait for the Subway.

When Moon and I first started writing she sent me a picture of herself waiting for the subway. It was a beautiful shot full of complexities. As she describes herself "complex, but not complicated". So true.

Now she has a different look. Connected, engaging, found and finding. I feel the same.

2007-11-21T06:37:00.000-08:00

Ray's Barber Shop Circa 2007, and 1962.

Moon's neighborhood is mostly Dominican with smatterings of Italians, Blacks, Anglos, and Asians. It’s extremely bilingual. The scene in the McDonald’s was amazing to me with orders being given and taken in both Spanish and English as naturally as if the Tower of Babel had never happened. The Hispanic boy behind the counter got my order wrong, but only because he was flirting with a young Black girl.

It's friendly here and I immediately sensed a lot of subtexts within the neighborhood. Little understandings and stories that shape it. There are insiders and outsiders. I'm an outsider but am treated well.

I passed by Ray's Barber Shop near the corner the next day on my way to fast breakfast protein. The guy (presumably Ray) was standing in the window while his employees worked. He eyed me…or rather my poofy Clinton-esque hair. He eyed me like a carrion does on my way back.

Later Moon told me about him. He knows everyone in the neighborhood and expects to cut their hair. A neighbor here in Moon’s building had his own stylist that he went to. Once the stylist was not available and he went down to Ray’s. When he walked in, Ray said flatly “It’s about time. Sit down please.”

So it was no mistake that as a new guy in the neighborhood with obviously bad hair, that I was an immediate mark. I could almost feel Ray’s foot tapping the next day when I went his way.

Walking into Ray’s was like a time warp back to the barber shop in Kensington (San Diego). The same equipment from 1962 (when the buzz in the shop was the Cuban Missile Crisis)…and the same people. I swear. It’s like the shop that time forgot.

I have had this experience before. When I was eight my family and I traveled to Inverness (the one near Pt. Reyes Station) and we went to Vladimir’s Czechoslovakian restaurant. Vladdy was a grey haired old man who made the place fun and poured the wine liberally for my parents as I tried my first oyster (Gah!!).If you go to Vladimir’s today, over 40 years later, it’s the same grey-haired guy tending bar and making jokes and filling your glass like it’s free (it’s not).

Ray actually wasn’t there.. He already sensed I was his and took the rest of the day off.I have to tell you, there is nothing like getting the full treatment in an old world barber shop. They take their time…and yours. As you may or may not have noticed (from my previous post) I lost not only my poofy hair but all my facial hair. And it was a grand way to do it. The chair must have been built in the 20s and reclined way back. Then came the mentholated pre-towel elixir which is like a local. They like you steep in that then follow with hot towels. About then I expected Howard Sprague to walk in and take over.

Thankfully he didn’t.

He grabbed handfuls of lather from the ancient chrome and solid steel dispenser and set up shop on my shoulder with a straight razor...humming the whole time. (yeah yeah…I remembered that scene from The Untouchables where DeNiro, playing Capone, is cut by the shaky barber).

After shaved, there is a ritual of asking how it is and was. Well it is more of a statement “It is good, no?” Then laughs. Yeah.I emerged an hour and twenty minutes later, 30 bucks and 30 pounds of hair lighter.

I was happy…then I remembered when I first saw my mentor Kevin without his mustache. He looked really different and weird for a week or so till I got use to it. I get to see Moon face to face maybe once a month for a few days. Uh-oh…

Amazing architecture

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Entry Hall at 60 Cooper

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Manhattan at Dawn-ish

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Bitterman! Through the PARK!

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T-Plus Two Days in Manhattan

2007-11-21T06:13:00.000-08:00

Remember the burned out case at SFO (see below). Here I am two days later after being given the "whole business" down at Ray's Barber shop in Inwood.

Different man in a different city with a different look and a different feel.

Ready to explore.

Morning in Manhattan

2007-11-21T06:07:00.000-08:00

Moon got home exhausted from the all night flight AND a full days work and we fell into a coma till 6:30 the next morning.

Then we got up, had coffee and tea and headed for a long walk through the local park in Inwood.

Just a few blocks from her building the City turns from urban to country in a moment.

New York in November. Beautiful.

Finian the Watchcat

2007-11-21T06:00:00.000-08:00

Don't mess with this one or he'll love you to death.

Cat's either love me or hate me. Kind of like people. I had not let myself in the apartment but 4 minutes and sat down on the royal throne but Finian came up, climbed up my knee so that both paws were on top, stretched out his long neck and nosed me...nose to nose.

So we bonded immedately as Moon knew we would.

Here is a great picture towards the end of my trip. All three of us cuddled on the couch (three total affectionados).

T-Minus 1 Hour and Bone Tired

2007-11-21T05:50:00.000-08:00

This is a tired man. He has another 9-11 hours to go before he naps for 90 minutes in Manhattan. I had been up for the better part of 17 hours already and still feeling weak. But I had made it this far. I figured I could sleep on the plane. I figured wrong.

The flight is delayed. Then delayed again. And again.

Finally at 12:30 a.m. we boarded and took off for JFK at around 1 a.m. PST.

So it took almost as long to get from Marin to the inside of the airplane at SFO as it did to get from SFO to the outside of the plane at JFK.

The flight was murder. I never slept. The cabin was cramped. They kept offering me drinks which I refused (I don't drink) and most of the advanced gizmos on the Virgin America view screens did not work. Worse we hit major turbulence and the woman two seats over was freaking.

I arrived at JFK around 8:30 a.m. EST and was absconded by a very nice man with a Limo of sorts (and sort of beefed up fancy SUV Limo) for the same price as a Cab. I arrived at 60 Cooper Street exhausted but happy to be in New York. My only worry was the cat...

T-minus 2 hours or 10:30 p.m. SFO

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Moon went off to catch her flight on Continental and I waited at Gate 12 at the end of the line...exhausted and with the blare of "SECURITY ALERT ORANGE.." blah blah Blah every effing 8 minutes like something right out of The Prisoner. I felt like No. 6 trying to escape, only some part of me was trying to escape myself, or the stuff that had been dogging me in San Anselmo. New York would clear my head.

T-Minus 7 hours (2 till departure for SFO)

2007-11-21T03:29:00.000-08:00

"Hey..." I said as we lay there lamenting her leaving for New York, "I have kind of a crazy idea..."

We both knew that I was still tired and vulnerable from my being ill. That morning I had barely been able to get out of bed, yet had made it for errands, cooked a fresh pot of soup, went to the Zen Garden with her and then to coffee in Larkspur. So it was 4:30 p.m. and she had to leave at 7 to catch her flight back to Manhattan.

"What if I followed you back to New York...tonight?"

I thought she would think I was crazy...but Moon never thinks I am crazy unless I am joking or fooling myself. The latter happens rarely. The former happens every 37 seconds.

We hopped up (nice hopping) and got on the computer and phone. Virgin Air (I had a previously unused ticket) was shut down for a system failure with booking for an hour.

We held it loosely and prayed together.

Then I went off to pack just in case.

By 6 p.m. we had a reservation and I had talked with Roomie abt the plants and birds and fish (taking over dominion of my small kingdom). Then it was just an insane dash to get it all packed, prepared, dishes done...etc...everything except where I left my glasses (It's over a week later and I still do not know).

We left at 7 p.m. for SFO to return the rental car, take the Air Train, stop at my terminal to get cash (for the cab once I got to NY) and for me to rest once.

It was an audacious move I will never regret.

Plotting...T minus 10 hours

2007-11-21T01:28:00.000-08:00

Moon & I in Larkspur having espressos. We have no idea (yet) that I am going to New York. We just know time is running out in California.

Work in Progress...almost done.

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Moon

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Larger pot

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Papi's small pot

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Camille's smaller pot

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Camille's larger pot

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Pots

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Cammie and Papi painted pots at home and at the beach.

The Bay at Dusk

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Descendant from Wookies

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Look at that Punum!

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The Boy

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Birthday dinner of steak, baked potatoes, salad and some games of Uno and football.

"The Rocky Shoals"

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China Camp Beach July 12

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My Princess

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YO

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James rocked!

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A fine and unhindered performance by James Wilson, a long-time friend of the family. Great job!

More shots

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Camille's Play

2006-07-15T08:16:00.000-07:00

Extremely proud of Daughter and her performance in the Summer Play. Here are some shots!

Work in Progress

2006-07-12T07:10:00.000-07:00

I started last year, painting the champion of the Mavericks Surf Contest on a winning Ride.

This year's winner was Grant "Twiggy" Baker who scored two perfect 10s on GameDay and is just a superb human being. I was able to spend a little time with Grant in New York and just soak up his vibe...so this year's painting is a lot easier and also more dynamic.

Above you can see two days' work. Which is really only about 3 total hours. Most of painting happens between your ears and you have to wait for it. I have been thinking about this one for months. I sketched it out with my daughter by my side a few weeks back...then waited, and waited.

In that regard the process is a lot like the contest itself. You train...you brood..you wait for the right time. It comes and you had best ride it then with all you have and a certained controlled abandon. You have to know what you are doing, but also be open to what happens right then.

The hardest and easiest parts are waiting now. The sky to the right is easy and I am happy with the coastline and most fo the gradients of water (water is damned hard to do).

The hardest thing will be the upper left...to capture Grant in an impressionistic way, and then the foamy mountain of water and spray that wants to crush him (but doesn't thankfully).

A year ago I was fascinated with mavericks and painted Anthony Tashnick (see below). Keir Beadling, the CEO of Mavericks was so taken by it he requested to hang it at the main offices in San Francisco.

This year Ihave a whole new perspective from the inside out. I have an even greater respect for the men who surf Mavericks and I enjioy their company. I imagine my paintings will become more personal as time goes on, and that is a good thing.

Stay tuned for the finished piece and make sure to leave comments and criticisms. I think the water is a bit too blue...expect me to work some dark green in there...anf then there will always be surprises.

Nice work...I helped a bit on the pineapple.

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Great job!

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Camille works hard on Spongebob

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Great Art!

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Not many squares left

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The Pancake

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Lunch at The Lighthouse Cafe

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SPOON!!!

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Reminds me of Rod Swenson

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One of Camille's Favorites.

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One of my favorites

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Some amazing work with soft chalk

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Great art done by kids one square at a time.

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The Italian Art Faire in downtown San Rafael

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Their Blue Period

2006-06-12T06:17:00.000-07:00

Sadie paints herself blue and Cammie joins in the fun. It's acrylic.

Dinner at the Paramount

2006-05-21T09:58:00.000-07:00

We had a grand time and Jeff Clark showed up and graciously picked up the check.

Parking

2006-05-21T09:56:00.000-07:00

This is how they park cars in Manhatten.

"Excuse me sir, but I wanted the middle lift?"

Bryant Park in Manhatten

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Chrysler Building

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FREDDY!

2006-05-21T09:34:00.000-07:00

Freddy is a bit of an icon at Yankee Stadium. He bangs large pots and makes a lot of noise and he has his own website I am told. On the West Coast "Crazy George" would be the equivalent.

The House That Ruth Built

2006-05-21T08:16:00.000-07:00

It's a sparse old stadium, to be sure. Nothing like AT&T in San Francisco. It's simpler, and frankly, less commercial.

The Yankee Game!

2006-05-21T08:01:00.000-07:00

I took the subway from somwhere near W 46th Street down to the Bronx. On the way I met this delightful family also on their way to the game and they gave me their predictions on the outcome. The gentleman pictured here heartily despises The Big Unit (Randy Johnson) and hoped that he would get shelled early and leave and the Yankees would still prevail.

It was nice talking with them and they gave me advice as a newbie about food and seating. We had a great time on the way to the game.

New York has a kind of an angry reputation until you actually visit. The people are very nice, open and fun. I had fun the whole day and the people were one of the best things about it.

Some great fans

2006-05-15T13:12:00.000-07:00

You hear about New Yorkers and about the fans but they really are fun and very friendly. Mom and daughter here (and their freind who is not pictured) were a lot of fun.

The told me a lot of insider info about the game and various traditions.

Yankee Stadium

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Hanging with Shane

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Twiggy Holding Court

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One of the nicest guys on the planet. Class act. He took good care of the Macman and everyone else.

The Paramount Lobby

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Pepper was awesome

2006-05-15T10:54:00.000-07:00

The Krishna's were the nicest.

2006-05-15T10:52:00.000-07:00

Good music too.

Good witha Bowstaff

2006-05-15T10:48:00.000-07:00

Got into a theological debate with a couple of these guys....hard core cultists. The Scientologists were out in droves as well, so I took the liberty of telling a few of them that "engrams" were a fantasy. I was not beaten.

They all perform

2006-05-15T10:47:00.000-07:00