A dragon standing over the place two of his victims lay.  One inscription says “A Wise Leader” the other “A Foolish Warrior”.  Both men suffered the same fate.  The presence of the cemetery elements is included because of a reference in the album I was listening to while painting: “One Wing” by The Chariot 

Clear clouds above but ominous ones to come.

I am (re)learning that minimum wage work is not fun.  I kind of dread it.  And this work is making me think about the importance of having someone to come home to in life.  It doesn’t always have to be a spouse, but (all?) people need someone to come home to in the midst of hours and hours of work.  So whether it’s a spouse, a college room-mate, some parents and siblings, or the neighbor you have over for dinner, I’m realizing how important people are.   People (the right ones) make life more bearable and make us smile even when our muscles ache.  

Someone offered me a platter of happiness and warned that it was served with the pods of a chestnut tree.  It was worth every dagger-like puncture.

I love seeing college peops!  And Langhorne/Penndel PA is one of my favorite places in the world!

Where I live, the most dangerous thing about going outside at night is dog poop.  

something I am realizing this summer (with help): I must create, tweak, fix, further, improve.  If left in a place where I have nothing to work on or nothing I want to work on, I have been left in a bad-for-me place.  I lose energy and drive, and I get kind of mopey.  

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute.  We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race and the human race is filled with passion!….”  Dead Poets Society