JPG Magazine: MsB

Monday, April 30, 2007

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Saturday, April 28, 2007

out of the dark and into the pink

I had such a dark evening last night as was reflected in my blog, that I decided to put a little cheer in my life today. Here is a rose from my inherited garden. Light, floaty, pink, and peaceful.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Just wondering

late card game

Late night pair of deuces.

king of talk

four of musicans

Monday, April 23, 2007

two of paws

ace of roses

The Two of Irises


I'm really not sure how I can be unemployed and yet still be so busy. Moving is I suppose the big part of it and putting it all away. My new washing machine just arrived. Good thing cause I now have more laundry then I have laundry. Moving it has made it reproduce in quantum. and another Dr. Science question is how can I move from 800 square to 1400 square and have nowhere to put anything. Does anyone remember Dr. Science on NPR?

My dogs love their new digs...Literally. that Lu Mastive/Rottie. With paws bigger than my hands. Already with the black holes the size that a mastiff can disappear in. My bed from Ikea for me to disappear into came in three box's and one was the wrong thing. So I be sleeping on the floor for awhile. One of midnights ups and downs. The mattress is A-Okey so not all stinks at late night rendezvous in the bedroom.

Well its time to go sign so 401 c3 papers for a nonprofit I'm member of. All for the love of dogs and dog parks. Pictures to follow at 5 I'm certain.....

Friday, April 20, 2007

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Saturday, April 14, 2007


I feel like I've been hit by one of these. Moving is such an exhausting thing. I am really thrilled by my new house so it makes it worth it. I'll sleep good tonight.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Thursday, April 12, 2007

and so it goes

Kurt Vonnegut, Counterculture’s Novelist, Dies

Published: April 12, 2007
Kurt Vonnegut, whose dark comic talent and urgent moral vision in novels like “Slaughterhouse-Five,” “Cat’s Cradle” and “God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater” caught the temper of his times and the imagination of a generation, died last night in Manhattan. He was 84 and had homes in Manhattan and in Sagaponack on Long Island.

His death was reported by his wife, the author and photographer Jill Krementz, who said he had been hospitalized after suffering irreversible brain injuries as a result of a fall several weeks ago.
Mr. Vonnegut wrote plays, essays and short fiction. But it was his novels that became classics of the American counterculture, making him a literary idol, particularly to students in the 1960s and ’70s. Dog-eared paperback copies of his books could be found in the back pockets of blue jeans and in dorm rooms on campuses throughout the United States.
Like Mark Twain, Mr. Vonnegut used humor to tackle the basic questions of human existence: Why are we in this world? Is there a presiding figure to make sense of all this, a god who in the end, despite making people suffer, wishes them well?

the rest of the story

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

the chase

dog chases squirrel while outh dog chases her

eat water

Dog goes crazy for water

Tattoo rising out of the ashes of a hysterectomy

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Solar cat

don't have anything good to say don't say it at all.
Say What?

Monday, April 09, 2007


"You can photogragh anything now."
Robert Frank

Sunday, April 01, 2007