Child’s Play

Child's Play

When Kathryn (age 4) started turning a blank canvas into much more than child’s play, I got right into it.

It was her idea to draw only things in the sky or things that grow. Most of this work is hers; only a few sketches are by me.

When we were almost finished, Kathryn agreed to let me draw her if I made her a fairy. And she put me in the far left hand corner, as perhaps a little gnome?

Child’s play became quite serious – for Kathryn. And brought out the child in me.

The Eternal Organizer

The Eternal Organizer

The Eternal Organizer! Me.

Everything about me is organized.
Home, surroundings, closets, desktops, folders, files, cabinets, notes. You name it; it has its place.

Even my mind is organized. It is filled with dozens of little compartments. That’s a good thing when you want or need to compartmentalize. (President Clinton was a master.) It is akin to intently focusing in on the matter at hand.

Here’s the truth. If all your time is spent organizing, there is little time left for doing.

I love my piles and stacks of notes. A favorite pastime is going through them, reorganizing them, and adding to the endless lists, tasks, thoughts and ideas.

The drawback? There is little time left for doing!

Lately I have thrown caution (which is what my organizing is all about) to the wind. Leaving notes and file folders scattered about the room, and even socks – gasp! – on the floor, I DID things. Not organized; DID.

My son once suggested that I needed to break some rules. Today I gotta hand it to him (I did not at the time) – he was right.

I imagine a book is not written, a house not designed, or a space shuttle route not planned – without a little disorganization along the way.

It’s time to close. I need to get on with the day. I have plans to organize………..

The Way I Look at It

The Way I Look at It

Hi, I’m Joshua.

Nice to meet you.

Very happy to do so.

One eye clearly checking you out.

While the other eye is properly positioned, sort of, under my cool ray-ban goggles.

It’s fun being a kid at the beach.

Barefoot, sunny, sandy. Loose.

Enough of the camera. Time to enjoy the Good Life.

You should join me, no matter how old you are.

Michael’s Frog Friend

Michael's Frog Friend

Friend or foe? Depends on whose eyes you’re looking through.

Here, the four eyes of Michael and his Frog Friend are a sign of unilateral solidarity.

The other side of that – me facing the rather formidable frog – is almost enough to make me want

Lobster, Faith, Angel

Lobster, Faith, Angel

An interesting array that caught my attention.

These 3 items:

  • a lobster (signficant reminder of my upbringing in a city-by-the sea)
  • a cross emblazoned with the word Faith (especially special given its present location)
  • and a tiny little angel (very prominent in spite of its relative small stature)

are the ones the young man accepting donations from the back of a charity organization’s truck chose to display.

One man’s trash, as they say, is another man’s treasure.

Surely, these were never “trash”.  They simply needed to find a loving home.  And they did!