Even I barely know what happened that day. There were forty of us, riding across the desert hills like a…
Inktober 2018 Day 3
I revisited the pyromaniac beaver that I once posted on my Instagram account for today’s entry. Word: Roasted
Inktober 2018 Day Two
Emerson used the metaphor of a “transparent eyeball” in describing a meditative state of universal perception and oneness with Nature…
Inktober 2018
Inktober is a source of normalcy for me. It’s a great way to enforce a routine of art and engagement…
The Dark Corridor pt. A
Forty or Fourty Tinny or Tiny Crunchy or Cronchy Slim or Slam Icky or Ucky Harboring, harbouring, labouring under delusions…
A Re-dedication
Hey all So I’ve been really quiet on here for a lot of reasons lately. Partly it’s because of a…
A word from a coast
Hey, it’s been a bit. So a lot of changes have happened. A couple of good friends had a wedding.…
Grounding
Power outages ain’t what they used to be. When I think about power outages when I was a kid, in…
Standardizing
I don’t think enough value is placed on standardized dog commands. I was getting in my car around 10:30 PM…
Sanding
The desert is hot and dry. Really hot and dry after being in the Northwest for so long. Anyway, I’m…
