Molly Goatwax

Cactus club

Today my journeys took me to Federal Hill, old and narrow shouldered. The drive down there always reminds me of our city's maritime and industrial heritage. After a studio visit with my friend Janet, I saw this astounding bed of cacti growing on the sidewalk. I took this photo of it. The lady who planted it saw me and popped out her door to give me a two foot segment plucked from the bed. promised her it would find a good place on my parking lot.

Thoughts from a foray into the 'Burbs

I think the irony of a purple short that said "pink" was lost on the girl I saw wearing it today. But I may be wrong. I've been wrong before.

In the air

Church bells? Why?

Out the window

I worry about that lady
Pacing, pacing, pacing
With a cigarette and a wad of gum
Chewed fiercely
As she pivots
Back and forth in the courtyard

Clumsies

Sore from falling down a couple of steps, it makes me tired and grumpy too. Coincidentally the teenager caught a softball with her face. She found that they are not so soft, after all.

Rainy Monday

I used to be a lot more interesting, and so by extension, was this blog.

Get to work

Time to put out the container farm! The picture depicts the Cylburn greenhouse collection of pots, not my own. I am still cleaning up my parking lot and planting herbs in advance of Earth Day. Pictures to follow!

More Progress

I sold this painting the other day:

And this one, with it:

I posted the images on Saatchi Online, but the fellow liked the originals better. And I have been hired by another mortgage banking concern. I am waiting to hear when I start, using the time off to set up the farm on the parking lot.

Woo-Hoo!

Blue Sunday

I can't tell you how many blues songs have been written about Baltimore. But I can tell you that they are all true.

Grate on a mat, filtered.