Day Three Hundred Thirty Four: Is South The Right Direction?

I don't know. I just pick a direction and head that way until I bump into an obstacle and veer in another direction.

Tuesday, November 30: Sharpie on paper.

Day Three Hundred Thirty Three: 333 is Half Way.

And the devil is in the details. Small but noticeable when missing:

Monday, November 29: sharpie on paper

Day Three Hundred Thirty Two: Peaceful Plenty

Yeah, symbolism rocks.

Sunday, November 28: Paint, sharpie on paper, 11x15

Day Three Hundred Thirty One: I Have Wings

Oh yeah, I ate more turkey, and watched snow come down. 

Saturday, November 27: Paint, paint on canvasboard

Day Three Hundred Thirty: Misty Haze

Quietude. Yes Please.

Friday, November 26: Paint, paint on foam board.

Day Three Hundred Twenty Nine: Fast Feast

Like locusts they descend and consume all in the path. And thanksgiving is over. At least the cleanup crew has time to talk and hang out.


And there is some time to dream of above freezing climates and riding fast and far.

Thursday, November 25: Paint, sharpie on canvas board. 18x24

Day Three Hundred Twenty Eight: Turkey Eve...

Jonesing for a ride, I give you this as I contemplate eating enough to power me through miles and miles and miles....

Wednesday, November 24: self photo with my lover.

Day Three Hundred Twenty Seven: Ice, Brrr, Fire Warm

Frigid cold weather somehow brings out the warmth is people. 

Tuesday, November 23: sharpie on paper, 9x12

Day Three Hundred Twenty Six: Thank You Snow Escape Friends

My drive was reduced tonight due to inclement weather. I am staying with a friend. Snow blowing fast on the prairie makes for super hazard. It is good day to see the kindness of the people around me. And the excellent spaghetti skills. 

Monday, November 22: Sharpie on paper, 9x12

Day Three Hundred Twenty Five: I am blessed

My family is amazing. We sometimes grumble to or about each other, but we always step up to support each other. I am blessed. Thank you. And here again is the newest member. His skill set is still fairly limited but he has mastered smiling, looking cute and bringing out the smiles in us.

Sunday, November 21: Photo of Mr. Moo

Day Three Hundred Twenty Four: Change is finding me

Some days I hear the universe screaming at me clearly. Time for change. Time to change. Times are changing... don't get left behind. Today was a big day for wake up calls. Time to change. That means a move. A fresh start. A new perspective. 
This time I pick Austin, Texas. All I have to do is store everything, tie up loose ends, rearrange my life and my finances, clear my head, stand up straight and get it done.

Saturday, November 20: sharpie on paper, 6x9

Day Three Hundred Twenty Three: The Write Way

Writing is beginning to capture my attention. More of that please. I just wish I had more to share. And of course, the fact I that I writing about writing, I have  even less to day.

Friday, November 19: sharpie on paper, 6x9

Day Three Hundred Twenty Two: The Family Way

Today I can't help but see the beauty in my own gene pool. A pool I swim in. 

Thursday, November 18: A photo of my favorite boy. 

Day Three Hundred Twenty One: Bad Questions, Bad Answers

Some days I feel like the questions are not the right ones. I might as well be asking the magic 8. To get better answers, I need better questions. Or to just shut up and get to work and let the answers work themselves out.

Wednesday, November 17: sharpie on paper, 9x12

Day Three Hundred Twenty: I'm Special

Or so I heard today. I had to wonder though: is that like short bus special or I kind of like you special. I will go with the later until the former makes itself clear.

Tuesday, November 16: Sharpie on paper, 11x15

Day Three Hundred Nineteen: In the Pit of my Stomach

I walked into work today and for the first time in a while I was unhappy to be there. I have generally made it a point to be happy no matter where I am. But there it was. I want to do more, something else, something creative and inspiring and thoughtful. I was in mid walk to a mindless task when it hit me. Is this all there is?

Somehow my ego jumped up and told me that I am not using my talents. All the talents that god gave me, not being used. What should I be doing was my immediate question to the ill at ease feeling that ruffled my hair as it blew cold into my heart. I want more.

Damn ego. Just when I had this place wired. Just when I had befriended everyone here. Just when I thought I was here for the right reasons. Turns out my lessons here might be nearly learned and it is time to move on. Just like that, it hit me. It is time to move on. I do not know to where, but the time is nigh.

Now comes the time to search. As I hear it progress always involves risk. You can’t steal second base with a foot stuck on first. So. Today I clear the decks in my head and in my home and pray. What do you want me to do next?

Monday, November 15: sharpie on paper, 11x15

Day Three Hundred Eighteen: Evolve or Die.

Choose or don't choose; that is a choice too.

Sunday, November 14: pastel, pen, sharpie on paper. 9x12

Day Three Hundred Seventeen: I went to a movie

A true chick flick. Eat Pray Love. The boy I went with was laughing about all the estrogen in the room and then fell asleep. I cried a bunch through it, as is the plan when you see a movie like that. The scenery was awesome.

Saturday, November 13: sharpie and pencil on paper

Day Three Hundred Sixteen: I miss Anonymous

Remember back in the day when you could go somewhere without having facebook check you in and 300 of of your closest know about it. When you could get a coffee, look right and left a duck into a Disney film all alone and no one would ever know. 


Remember when you had nothing to live up to or live down to because there was no one to care unless you make a point of it. 


Well. No one really does. And even if they do, why do I care. And I don't really, but I do miss knowing that no one knows me as I try on new versions of me. 
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Friday, November 12: Paint, pencil, sharpie, spit. on paper. 

Day Three Hundred Fifteen: Tall boys are my weak knees

So, there's this boy. Tall, yeah, very tall. Just the way I like 'em. 


I love to love them before it gets more than imagination and play. Goofing around, all innocent. More than that and I usually run. I have a hard time putting someone in the picture of my life as more than a ancillary role. I am not opposed to it, I just don't see it, or haven't with anyone I have met recently. 


All that said, I would like to change that. I guess its just a decision. A willingness to compromise and share. And to fuck like bunnies. 

Thursday, November 11: Tempera, pencil, sharpie on paper