Gallery as of November 1, 2014
November 1, 2014
Gallery as of November 1, 2014
THE END
November 27, 2013
This is my last post on this blog. Out of space. Which is a great title for the next Star Trek. I will open a new blog soon and place a link on this page.
My other blogs are:
http://powerofh.wordpress.com/
http://power-of-h.blogspot.ca/
Blow away dandelions
November 26, 2013
bless all the mothers…
November 25, 2013
I do feel like I’m talking to myself. Not on the phone with a friend talking. But actually screaming into a canyon talking. The net is like an echo.
Bad teeth and broken promises
November 25, 2013
Hangover today. Last night I finished a bottle of scotch. Because I wanted to stop drinking. I hate habits. So I figured if there was no booze around I wouldn’t drink. So now I’m thinking that ‘sobriety’ caused my hangover.
As Natalina said, ‘everything leads somewhere’.
November 22, 2013
Would anyone be afraid of being fired if you knew you’d be dead the next day? There is no answer to this question. It is one of those mad thoughts that I am vulnerable too. Speculating about something as if one was dabbling in wisdom.
the actual experience of being
November 21, 2013
I hate crowds. I like watching them from the outside but I don’t enjoy the actual experience of being one of the crew. Like sunning on the beach. Wedding receptions. But give me a camera or a bottle of scotch. And let me separate myself. And then I find them fascinating. One of my favourite films in this regard is Grand Hotel with the very young Joan Crawford amongst other great stars.
Along came Jones…
November 20, 2013
This piece was inspired by a song that popped into my head. I don’t know why. Song from the 50s. Jumped the cue in my juke box mind.
I think its illegal.
November 18, 2013
This is one of those collages in which I don’t have a clue. Maybe I was drunk when I created it. Although I don’t drink when I create. I think its illegal. Its’ called ‘a girl’s collage’. Maybe that’s a typo.
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