Art and things
sketches and stuff I do....
12 May 2016
13 April 2016
21 June 2012
Happy Summer 2012
Yesterday evening, we sat on the patio until the sun was no longer visible.....
Hello shortest night.....
Hello shortest night.....
good night longest day!
Catskills Trip
Happy
Days
FDR Grounds - the Rose Garden
FDR and Eleanor Roosevelt - the inside of the house kind of weirded me out, like all old Museum type houses do. I don't care how they lived in there, where they slept. Plus it smelled really, really bad.
We then drove into Woodstock....again no reservations.....but the Woodstock Inn was there for us....and it even smelled good ;D I have never seen so many friendly people in a town before, and no, they were not stoned, they were just generally happy people....then again, maybe they were stoned....whatever. We loved it so much there, we are going back to see Joe Cocker. But wait, that would mean planning, so maybe not back for Joe, just back in the Fall, when it's more dramatic with the trees changing colors.....
Catskills - many sights to see.....
.....enter.....Ithaca NY.....I am all Woodstock clad and full of attitude hahahahaha....no, just happy, happy from all the beauty we saw along the way. The wonderful people we met, plus we were on our way to the Book Barn to see Vlad, always a pleasure to talk to him.....
We stopped at the Thirsty Owl.....laughed at fat old men in their bicycle shorts.....
......on our drive home....5 days later....
....awesome cloud spotting......
.....I really love this thing....called Life.....
10 February 2012
Happy Candy Day!
Should we fill our days with chocolate and love only when some day of celebration rolls around? I say NO to all holidays and YES to all days filled with LOVE and whatever makes us HAPPY!
But if you must have that special day - Happy Valentines Day - X O X O X O X
13 November 2011
Rock & Gem
Friday morning, I was up early. The Rock&Gem Show was in town. My finds made me happier than a child in a toystore. The small stones are Jasper, Opalite and some green Quartz - spas that I am, I forgot the name. The beads are Labradorite, Citrine, Hematite and Quartz
Honey Citrine
Coral
Malachite
I have to find them the proper room now.........peace out.....
Honey Citrine
Coral
Malachite
I have to find them the proper room now.........peace out.....
marvelous weekend
02 November 2011
11 October 2011
ADIRONDACK
05 May 2011
To Klaus
Art by Klaus Schmidt aka Shitt Van Toplitz
I never forget the day I met Klaus. I was pretty drunk as usual, so things might be a bit foggy. Klaus was a professor of the English language and a wonderful artist. My friend, who's name I don't recall, was smitten by Klaus and wanted me to accompany her to his studio. He opened the door for us. A tall, thin man, dressed in black. A room with black curtains, a strange altar in the middle. My friend just stood in the doorway. I needed to sit to keep from swaying, plus I was in dire need of another drink. Klaus watched me as I flopped on his coffin. What? I looked at him and said: "Is this wrong of me? I need a drink and I am tired!" Klaus was overjoyed with happiness. He found a soul mate that day.
He used to come to the bar I called my home and he did not approve of my friends. He protested so much so, that one night he started a fight and of course he came out bruised. Klaus knew I was no fan of hard work. Klaus felt the constant need to protect me. He was my best friend. He saw my possibilities, my flaws, he saw and called it all. Nothing more precious than a friend who tells the truth.
The day came when I wanted to leave the country I grew up in. Klaus, my mom and dad tried to plead with me to stay. I still see me standing in that phone booth at that street corner, near my bar, Klaus on the other end of the line and me just ignoring him. I always ignored the best people.
We stayed in touch, we lost touch, I returned 10 years later. I called his number and we picked up like it had been just yesterday. He was the same Klaus I knew, he still did not eat, he still began his day with a drink. He still had the ladies in total awe. My friend Angie hung on to every word he spoke like he was some God. We ended our night in some bar, and Klaus gently put his arm around me and said: It was wonderful to see you again my friend, may I now tell you what a big jerk you once were? I will always love Klaus and his total honesty. We stayed in touch a little more after that visit and he sent me many of his sketches. In his last letter he told me about his plans to open a show in NY, his move to Berlin.
I never heard from Klaus again and all my attempts to find him were unsuccessful. I have his pictures all over my house and Klaus will forever stay in my heart as my best friend in Europe.
I never forget the day I met Klaus. I was pretty drunk as usual, so things might be a bit foggy. Klaus was a professor of the English language and a wonderful artist. My friend, who's name I don't recall, was smitten by Klaus and wanted me to accompany her to his studio. He opened the door for us. A tall, thin man, dressed in black. A room with black curtains, a strange altar in the middle. My friend just stood in the doorway. I needed to sit to keep from swaying, plus I was in dire need of another drink. Klaus watched me as I flopped on his coffin. What? I looked at him and said: "Is this wrong of me? I need a drink and I am tired!" Klaus was overjoyed with happiness. He found a soul mate that day.
He used to come to the bar I called my home and he did not approve of my friends. He protested so much so, that one night he started a fight and of course he came out bruised. Klaus knew I was no fan of hard work. Klaus felt the constant need to protect me. He was my best friend. He saw my possibilities, my flaws, he saw and called it all. Nothing more precious than a friend who tells the truth.
The day came when I wanted to leave the country I grew up in. Klaus, my mom and dad tried to plead with me to stay. I still see me standing in that phone booth at that street corner, near my bar, Klaus on the other end of the line and me just ignoring him. I always ignored the best people.
We stayed in touch, we lost touch, I returned 10 years later. I called his number and we picked up like it had been just yesterday. He was the same Klaus I knew, he still did not eat, he still began his day with a drink. He still had the ladies in total awe. My friend Angie hung on to every word he spoke like he was some God. We ended our night in some bar, and Klaus gently put his arm around me and said: It was wonderful to see you again my friend, may I now tell you what a big jerk you once were? I will always love Klaus and his total honesty. We stayed in touch a little more after that visit and he sent me many of his sketches. In his last letter he told me about his plans to open a show in NY, his move to Berlin.
I never heard from Klaus again and all my attempts to find him were unsuccessful. I have his pictures all over my house and Klaus will forever stay in my heart as my best friend in Europe.
10 February 2011
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