Stanford still life

Rodin meditation

Rodin head

Stanford bus to school of medicine

On the train

Train to Palo Alto

Waiting for bus to train to Palo Alto

Glasses

Arts and Crafts Museum

They let us embroider.

SF friend

A student many years ago. Off to a museum of contemporary Jewish art.

Zazie for brunch in SF

Still waiting

We are waiting

Rain in SF

& 40mph winds 2day

Give me an Austin drought, s'il vous plait.

Geek-2-B

I showed this geek-2-b & his mom an article on current day geeks who wished to save the world, unlike their predecessors. She was a great mom from SF, reading him part of the article, refusing the junk food and eating an apple. People from San Francisco are enlightened.

Maybe someone will send me this picture back rotated, or tell me how to rotate a iPhone photo that isGeek-2-B taken on it's side. (thanks Jeff!)

Cow

Who said cows can't fly? This was shot on the plane from Denver to SF,
attempting to outrun the butcher.

Almost 2 Denver

As the sun sets.

Bent wing

I'm a litte anticipitory over the bend in the wings. It seems like an
afterthought after shipping and receiving discovering the the plane
wouldn't fit into something.

Off to SF

Airport t-shirt 26.99!

Upon a Time

Once Upon a Time...


What's that, you ask?
"What is a TIME?"


Is a TIME a flat, smooth thing
that you have put your cup upon?


Is a TIME a slithery thing
that you would never step upon?


Is a TIME a smooshy thing
that you can rest your head upon?


Is a TIME a shining thing
that every night, you wish upon?


Is a TIME a spiraling thing
that you may climb upon?


Is a TIME a speeding thing
that you will ride upon?


TIMES are smooth, slithery, smooshy,
shining, spiraling, speeding things.


TIMES are whatever you need them to be,
And you have all of them you need.

So as I was saying,
"Once upon a TIME..."

Poem by Martha Burgin, Drawings by Kim Mosley

All things have their function.

"All things have their function.
It is a matter of use in the appropriate situation."
—Merging of Difference and Unity

Why did Bodhidharma Come from the West?

More on this famous Zen koan...

Mastery isn't reserved....

"Mastery isn't reserved for the super talented. It's available to anyone who is willing to get on the path and stay on it."
— George Leonard, The Life We Are Given

Barn's burnt down.

"Barn's burnt down. Now I can see the moon."
—Masahide (click here for more explanation)

Do unto others....

Do onto others as they would have you do unto them.
—The Platinum Rule

Thy will be done....

Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven —Matthew 6:10

One must have a mind of winter...

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
—The Snow Man, Wallace Stevens

Life can work....

"It's the fact that we want something...that makes our relationships so unsatisfactory. In a way, Life can work—but not from the standpoint that we are going to do something that will make it work."— Charlotte Joko Beck in Everyday Zen

Unnatural

I've been drawing the same thing for 51 years. Actually maybe 53. If one does different things, they are actually doing the same thing. How can one be doing different if they are just skimming the surface of one thing or another.

So I drove past some graffiti on a pole and it was terrible graffiti. The spray can must have been old and it was all watery. And then it dripped and dripped, and later it aged. Terrible. Yet in spite of all that, it was beautiful because of the way that nature had acted upon it (and told this story).

Then I wondered how I could make judgments about a drawing. As I drove past some grass with weeds I realized that nothing in nature is poorly designed. Even when we've finished a meal our plate is perfectly composed. Why? Because a natural force (eating) organized it. So what are doing when our art (or our life?) isn't working? Being unnatural?

...make me an instrument of Your peace.

"Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love." —St. Francis of Assisi