the artist in nyc

botz's drawing of enjah in manhattan at a cafe near MOMA, the year of the great move to NYC.

robyn reading

during one of our many journeys back home, i found a quiet moment to draw robyn reading.

bb's self portrait

here's a pen & ink drawing from the monroe st. times on christmas day, 1974.

robyn's drawing

robyn drew this of botz in 1973. beautiful shadows and light.

enjah's portrait of botz

here is a portion of the original painting by enjah of botz painted somewhere in the mid to late 1970's in portland. soon i will take a photo of this scrumptious painting and post it in it's entirety. the pinks below, presently unseen, are delicious.

Dream of Betsy

Many years ago, I dreamed of Betsy standing under a gingko tree, with the shadows of the leaves on her hair, dress and skin. I even did a painting, but I have no idea where it went (typical of me).

Mackinac Island family history

I have wanted to see Mackinac island. Our family linage, David Earle, Pvt and Martha Earle had a farm on the Island. On August 4 of 1814 there was a battle between the British and Americans on the Earley Farm (now the Wawashkamo Golf links) during the war of 1812.
David and Martha's son (our great great grandfather) Michael Earley married Mary O'Malley. My linage information states that Mary O'Malley may have been buried on the Island.
I invite anyone else to add more information.
Rob

Three Flashes from the Past

These images are consecutive in my sketchbook from 1977. I went to Green Bay to visit my children and parents, was there with Robyn and Botz, then we drove a "Drive-Away" car, a Mercedes Benz, out on I-90, through Madison, to Portland. My recollection is that on the way we climbed that Mound and saw those flares or whatever they were.

Strangely Coincidental

As this sign states, there was a huge forest fire in the area of Black River Falls in late April, 1977, just a few months before we climbed Bell Mound. Bell Mound itself is mentioned as having burned in just a few minutes. Click on the picture to read the sign. I still wonder what those flares/UFOs were.

Little Women

I read this particular copy of Little Women several times. It is still in existence because I cannot bear to throw it out. The binding is mended with cellophane tape!

The paper is yellow and crumbling, the cheap binding is falling apart. The words are still alive and priceless.