I heard I had sold a painting yesterday and celebrated by buying two very different pair of sweat pants online, same day delivery. I opened the packages last night and tried them on and…

It’s supposed to rain today and it hasn’t rained the last three times it was supposed to rain, and every time I make rainy day plans and after a while break them, and in…

yesterday’s plan was to early afternoon walk to the Max station and take the Max into Old Town/Chinatown and over a couple of blocks to the Lan Su Chinese Garden to buy a membership…

this is my painting, which is titanium white slathered over some previous painting and then a black-only plan to paint a duck in a wetlands – something like that. As I’ve noted recently, who…

“How about that,” I said to myself, walking into the basement, about any number of things, after the lazybones amble four-times-around Wilshire Park, after the rare visit to the Freddie’s gas pumps way up…

“lazybones, lazybones,” and I don’t know if it’s Bruce Sylvia or Butchie Davidson or Royal Davis yelling come out to play, it’s maybe a dream, long-ago hometown stuff, someone with a football, someone with…

I have never experienced as many chestnuts as I have this fall. The chestnut trees unobtrusive amidst Douglas Firs, majestic pines, tulip trees, magnolias, Japanese maples. Yet their evidence smatters sidewalks and reclining edges…

Then again, it’s like an immediate knowing that there’s no difference, no separation, between a favorite Ch’an koan – say, ‘The Buddha holds up a flower’ – and yesterday afternoon’s walk. And then there’s…

(So maybe there’s a different post and me and Karen C dance in quiet another time. Just a crap of this, this, this.) It begins as a poem – Green sequoia, blue sky, slight…

From Gary Snyder’s “The Practice of the Wild,” the essay ‘Blue Mountains Constantly Walking.’ – “We learn a place and how to visualize spatial relationships, as children, on foot and with imagination….The Chinese spoke…