She's a Walker

Yesterday my little Queen of Dreams was 11 months old and she began to show off her walking skills. Having a grand daughter is the most wonderful thing in the world, only to be equaled by having a grand son (I'm not leaving you out Denver).

The day started out with seeing my friends and my favorite artists James and Jessa of Project Insect fame. I helped them unload some of their large paintings and just hung out for a while at Powell Gardens, Festival of Butterflies near my hometown of Kingsville.

I then headed up to see my Son and Grand Daughter in Independence Mo. I wasn't at my son's house more than ten minutes when Cordelia began standing on her own and walking everywhere in the house. I had seen her stand and take a few steps but this was my little sweetheart crossing into her toddler stage. When her mother came home she began to really show off.

After she walked to her mother several times she even walked to her grandfather. I hadn't seen Cordelia in weeks because of my bout with the flu and was afraid Cordelia wouldn't remember me but she couldn't have been sweeter to her grandfather. Letting me carry her around in the store when her parents and I went shopping, giving me hugs and playing a world class game of peek a boo.

Later after we got back to the house her grandmother Rosie came over and I meet Patty Maimer a friend of Rosie. Both Patty and I have a love for history, museums and quirky small town road trips so I got her phone number.

As close to a perfect day as I've had in a long time.

Starbirds and Friends

Random Photos and a Letter

The last photo of my father with his mother before her death. My cousin Martha Ann stands behind them.

Photo of Artworld in Kansas City Missouri. I loved selling art supplies there.

Snake and his girlfriend Lona McGee. Lona was the first friend I knew that was born in another country.


Letter from my Ex explaining the random nature of these photos.

Imagination Center Three

The alien garden is growing with each plant created by a different artist. The garden is viewed through narrow plastic windows by the public. Aliens, humans in space suits and robots plant the garden.

Wastelands of Eden

I was dreaming. The past and future were mixed with the present. I was a political hack working for FDR. I was deep underground in a bunker that was built for a reason I didn't understand.
The chambers of the underground complex were coded in symbolic paintings.
The Tree of Life painting was correct as it was a pear tree but they had the Tree of Knowledge all wrong.

I woke up but why was the Tree of Knowledge wrong? I rolled over and fell back asleep finding the dream again but I had fell into another lifetime deep in my trail of lives.

I was a caveman in the great ice age and I stood with my tribe on a mountain overlooking the Eden Valley. How could anything be so green? Then I was in front of the two holy trees on the mouth of the twin rivers. I ate from the Tree of Life with my tribe but the tall ones kept us from the crimson fruit of the giant tree. The twisting red fruit was fourteen hands long and as thick a man's leg. We watched another tribe eat the sweet fruit and they all died in their sleep.

I woke for a moment and fell into the dream as my head slammed against the steering wheel of my 1969 Mustang. I was in heaven and I cast myself out and fell with a shard of imagination.

I was a member of the tribe that ate the crimson fruit but it was the 1940's not the great ice age.

The future called me and I lived in a green pyramid and ate the crimson fruit for dinner.

I awoke from my dream for final time this day and my heart ached. War was the crimson fruit.

Mission to Mars

We are going to Mars. We must go as the world. Russia, USA and China should pay for 60% of the human mission to the red planet. The remaining 40% should be paid by the rest of the world.

Three men and three woman would make up the crew. Two Russians, two Americans and two Chinese. Married couples to give balance to a long journey.

Imagine the United Nations flag in the thin breeze of a Mars dawn.

Citizen of Earth

I am a Citizen of Earth. I am owned by no imaginary construct called a nation. I do not bow down before false idols built of words. I am no better than any other citizen and I am no less.

You can not rule over me by birth right made by a system of bribery. You can only be a equal if you have the courage to turn your back to the lust of power. You must open your heart to those that hate you to find the only true power.

I will not play games while one child knows pain. The web of lies can not trap me for I have seen the truth in the next generations eyes. I will fight for the future with words while others use war.
I will never forget but I'll find a way to forgive. I will love you even if you hate me.

I will give my pity freely to those that steal life, land and liberty. Imaginations so shallow that they can not see the greed they plant or the bitter fruit it will bear someday.

We are Citizens of Earth. We can do better.