Around the Winter Solstice a friend gave me a brownish, spherical thing.

Our Greek ancestors would call a time like this an Age of Iron.

This morning in our town I watched an angel and a woman walking on Maple Street.

This Saturday on the 15th of November I’ll be signing and selling copies of Double Vision, Waking Dreams!

During these recent months of life in our “Sweet Land of Liberty,” how many prayers of gratitude do you think God receives?

Long months of living in Spain led me to imagine that Death is Feminine: La Muerte, twin sister of La Vida.

I know the truth.

What is a Vision? Have you ever been struck by one?

My last day in Spain. I didn’t want to say goodbye.

The silver crescent of May’s first moon rises over the valley to the south of the hospital...

Those who were paying attention in 1935 knew that it was a dark year.

One of the pleasures of drawing outdoors is listening.

Nevertheless bridges still enchant me.

After the fall, after you slam onto the cement and sit in shock, immobile, how awful is the damage?

I draw a tree or a person or a flower and in return, it seems to draw me.

The biggest culture shock usually hits when I return home.

This is the first post in December, the last month of the year, and it was supposed to show drawings of “Saints on a Bridge.” But then...

It is always a pleasure to arrive – anywhere - in Havana or Reykjavik, or Rome.

The lack of warmth in her expression reminded me of some nuns I had the misfortune of encountering during childhood.

Everyone who is reading this is doubtless aware of the catastrophic storms and floods that have crippled the Province of Valencia.