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And miles to go before I sleep. WISHING YOU ALL A PROSPEROUS 2010

Portrait of a young man in an old Jaguar, feelin’ goofy (as opposed to groovy), Dec 1979

Apologies to Robert Frost

From the new self-portraits section, here

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and a crimson of cardinals burdens the birdfeeder, five crows—one with a hiccup
that follows its every caw—come harassing, the cat who wanted out wants in again,
both wood stoves, upstairs and down, are coughing and choking, and the ink in my
pen’s gone cold.

artwork is charcoal—the real stuff, right from the hearth—on charcoal paper

I bought this card in a used book shop in Harrisonburg, Virginia. Today, as I watch the snow fall, I’m thinking, The future might be good for used book shops, considering the current condition of the book industry, indeed, of the economy. But I’m also thinking, We will always want stories, no matter the form.

Artwork © Glen Baxter, 1986, the Bug House Archives

Holding still with her right arm on the chair, Margaret remained motionless until the lens cover was replaced. She remains so to this day.

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Tintype for tintype’s sake. A junk shop find.

(Most tintypes are mirror images. Rather than open and close a shutter, the photographer exposed the image by removing the lens cover.)

Historians say our calendar is late by four years. If this is true, happy 2013.

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As Sandy Denny sang, Who knows where the time goes?

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“So teach us to number our days, that we may gain wisdom of heart.”
——————————————–——————-—a psalm of Moses

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artwork is ink and acrylic on paper