cripple pencil
crip·ple adj. \ˈkri-pəl\ being flawed, imperfect or lame. Old English: crēopan: to creep. An accurate description of this pencil's creative journey : creeping along, flawed, imperfect and lame... yet gaining joy, insight and sanity from the mere act of creeping.
Monday, September 5, 2022
connection
Thursday, August 18, 2022
the silent scream
Friday, August 12, 2022
because sometimes you must...

Monday, July 11, 2022
and that’s that…
Wednesday, May 11, 2022
the comfort of a friend
— Abba
we all have it
Saturday, May 7, 2022
listen close...
“Listen to the Mustn'ts”
from "Where the Sidewalk Ends"
Tuesday, April 19, 2022
each friend shapes our world...
what is 'normal' anyway?
aged pleasure...
it makes a difference...
just be...
We relate… therefore we are
destination unknown…
misunderstood...
free to do right...
Friday, February 4, 2022
Broken places
some are strong at the broken places
—Ernest Hemingway
sharing at PaintPartyFriday
Wednesday, October 6, 2021
Dark defines Light
it defines it.
Wednesday, September 1, 2021
…but some are more equal…
Wednesday, August 25, 2021
...for always and always
“When the Man waked up he said, ‘What is Wild Dog doing here?’
And the Woman said,
but the First Friend,
because
—Rudyard Kipling
Saturday, April 10, 2021
say whaaaaat???
The only thing that should surprise us
is that there are still some things that can surprise us.
~Francois de La Rochefoucauld
Sharing at PaintPartyFriday
Thursday, March 18, 2021
it’s not about the fish...
Friday, February 19, 2021
you cannot ever leave completely... nor do you want to...
Monday, January 11, 2021
Wednesday, January 6, 2021
bow to the King
Saturday, December 26, 2020
the poor and dismissed... they heard it first
- Yet as I read the birth stories about Jesus
- I cannot help but conclude
- that though the world may be tilted
- toward the rich and powerful,
- God is tilted toward the underdog.
- -Philip Yancey
- The Jesus I Never Knew
Thursday, October 22, 2020
it might have been
on acrylic and wood panel
John Greenleaf Whittier
Tuesday, October 13, 2020
wrong will be right
― Saint Augustine


At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
Friday, October 9, 2020
When darkness seems to win...
We pray for blessings
We pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love is way too much to give us lesser things
'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise
We pray for wisdom
Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough
All the while, You hear each desperate plea
And long that we'd have faith to believe
When friends betray us
When darkness seems to win
We know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not our home
What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy
What if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise
Monday, May 27, 2019
Scottie (2003-2018)
Tuesday, March 5, 2019
Hand pierced for me...
