sails and Nice

Sequence

aging cafe

1960s American politician

cascading shadows

Bottle of French Lemonade Sketch

a dramatic beginning

phantom rolls royce

2 tries at love, my melody nelson

these are two works in progress forgive the low quality, photos taken in Mac photobooth

city code violation

triangle of color

dropping pennies

floridian home

lazy afternoon primary sketch

guess who

tomorrow's wars

she is a thing of beauty circa 1963

restoration and recreation

aceite de O==liva

mariner belt

Atlantic coast space travel

the smell of spring

He told me about the cigarettes, about the men in leather jackets and boots, about how they lived. They knew all the chemicals to put in your body, to make your world a little happier and your life a little shorter. I didn't believe it when he told me they owned guns that they didn't use and had money that they abused but never lost. Guns were always shot, people owned them and used then on a daily basis killing both enemies and friends. Money, when someone had it, never stayed for long. It always disappeared, no one had felt rich in many years. But these men, could they actually pass the corruption humanity had placed on itself? I didn't believe it until I experienced it.

we would always do that