Old Town Brush and Pen

It has been nearly two years since I last posted here.  The weather seems the same--moments of sunshine inserted into weeks of overcast and ...

I suppose I could have tossed some shirts and shorts into a backpack in an hour, found my camera and checked the NOAA weather report for the...

Nearing the equinox, I'm mindful on this gray day that until the new year, I must interrupt my weekly coffee-house schedule.  Family pri...

  Friend Jimmy delicately w iped w hipped cream from his w alrus-stache.     "I had this w ierd dream last night," he declared.  ...

  I'm looking out my living-room window, choosing colors that I'd use to paint the neighbor's birches, which only now are begin...

  Friend Gary joined me this morning at the Treo's coffee house in Tacoma's Old Town.  Rain whispered on the rooftops.  A flat, gray...

 A drumming downpour on the roof the the Nature Center at the Nisqually Wildlife Refuge this spring morning surely was the last gasp of a fa...