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Blowing Snow In The San Juans

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Looking toward the headwaters of Cement Creek
Silverton, Colorado — July 2018
Watercolor on 4″x 6″ paper

One of the things I like about art is that it can be done anytime, anywhere.  Below is the original photo I shot of our old property in Colorado over a decade ago, and I used it as the basis for the above watercolor painting last weekend.

When I was a teenager doing art, this watercolor would have driven me mad — as it doesn’t look exactly like the photograph, it’s not realistic enough.  And now?  Now I love being able to selectively edit an image and paint it however I wish.

Looking toward Tower Mountain
Silverton, Colorado — June 2007
Fujifilm FinePix F31fd + 36-108mm

More From The Love Letter Series

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Sunset on the Bay
Central Maryland — September 1989
Watercolor on 4″x 6″ paper

Sunrise For My Sweetheart

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Sunrise
Central Maryland — August 1989
Watercolor on 4″x 6″ paper

Another watercolor painting from one of my love letters to Cindy.

Feed Me… In Watercolor

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Williams Feed (from one of my photos)
Dillon, Montana — May 2018
Watercolor on 4″x 6″ paper

Cindy saw me painting this image last Saturday and laid claim to it, so I — gentleman that I am — gave it to her on Sunday morning, as yet another watercolor love letter.  And the source?  Both are side-by-side below. Continue Reading →

Embrace The Suck — Radiation Therapy Begins

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Orchids
Parrish, Florida — December 2012
Sony NEX-5R + Leica Summilux 50/1.4 ASPH

My journey with prostate cancer continues, for today marks the beginning of daily radiation therapy to kill the remnants of the tumor that were missed during the surgery I had back in late March (earlier posts on the subject can be found here and here).

Each weekday afternoon for the next 7-weeks I’ll show up at the treatment facility, get oriented horizontally with my legs braced in a special foam cast, the radiation technicians will fine-tune the targeting using my three new “dot” tattoos (outside left upper thigh, outside right upper thigh, and lower abdomen), then I’ll wait as the huge linear accelerator weaves its business end all around my pelvic region for 10-15 minutes, then I’ll be finished for the day and return to work.

At least, that’s the plan.

I’ve been told that I should not expect any side effects for the first two weeks or so, but then they will begin to build after the initial grace period.  What will the side effects be?  I’m told that they can vary widely according to the individual.

I’m fond of a quote from Mel Brooks classic dark comedy, Young Frankenstein, where Marty Feldman’s character Igor says, “Could be worse.  Could be raining!”  Only in this case I seem to be catching the rain a lot more than not.

Due to the prep requirements for each daily session, I predict I’ll drop a lot of weight by the time I’m finished, as having to cleanse every morning with Milk of Magnesia will do that.

Let’s hope that this puts an end to the tumor; if it doesn’t, then chemotherapy is the next step.

And I really don’t want to do that.

Passionate Period

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Sunset
Central Maryland — November 1989
Watercolor on 4″x 6″ paper

A watercolor painting from another of my love letters to Cindy.

How The Mighty Have Fallen

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The America’s Cup on display at the annual sailboat show
Annapolis, Maryland — October 2015
Zeiss Ikon ZM + Zeiss Sonnar 50/1.5 ZM
Eastman Double-X (5222) + Diafine (stock) 3+3

This trophy once represented the very pinnacle of American pride, ingenuity, and sportsmanship — the America’s Cup sailboat race.  At one time, it represented the longest winning streak in the history of all sports, as it was successfully defended by the New York Yacht Club (NYYC) for 126-years — from 1857 to 1983. Continue Reading →

Watercolor Abstract

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Abstract
Central Maryland — December 1989
Watercolor on 4″x 6″ paper

Another painting from one of my love letters to Cindy.  I sent these to her on a fairly regular basis, though I have only a handful that we have kept over the years.

Not all of my paintings were of real objects; sometimes I’d just play with the interactions of color and keep those that I liked — like this one