Ain't it a shame all the world don't got keys to their own ignition

Ah, California. You are awesome. I hope you don't fall into the sea as a result of your various natural, economic, and political disasters.

Belated photos from a delightful trip out to Napa for a friend's wedding:

I am not yeller.

My aaart continues. And while a lot has changed since my earlier forays, two things remain true: I keep a safe distance from representational art, and I damn near never use yellow. Not successfully, anyway. Always hate whatever I come up with and paint right over it.

Some recentish work:

It is important to remember . . .

. . . particularly in August -- when the pavement bakes, the air is a haze, and it is not possible to walk more than one block without smelling urine that you hope but don't believe is just from somebody's dog -- that this place is also beautiful.

An old photo I neglected to post at the time of its capture:

Again at the Smith & 9th stop . . .

My cellphone's special assignment as go-to device for deliberately screwy panoramic pictures of the subway continues:

The Terrible Cost of Progress

As noted before, my heart grew three sizes every time I passed Bad Apple Bail Bonds, where the guilt of clients was both presumed and essentialized with a brilliantly unsubtle name and logo.

In my secret soul, I knew nothing this marvelous would last forever. But I never expected it to become such a horror as this:

Shame is dead. So is the best logo ever. R.I.P., worm in retro prison garb. May your memory never fade.

Old Blighty

As this blog transitions to photo-only mode, it may be time for me to finish editing my spring break photos already. The Portugal photos are slow going, but I've got the UK photos going at a steady clip. Some examples:

Trafalgar Square:

Kingsway:

Thames by night, variation 1 of a kajillion:

Buckingham Palace: