Every so often in life, I come across a morning sun dancer.
Artist Doing His Art
By chance, I came across the art booth of an old friend of yesteryear. Like a true artist-salesman, he was nowhere to be found.
But then I heard the wail of a clarinet in the distance. On a hunch, I followed the sound through the crowds to find its source. Sure enough, there sat Don Nedobeck (aka Cartoon Cat Man)—just an artist doing his art.
Evening Seagulls
Trying To Amend Our Carnivorous Habits
Beam Me Up To The Mothership
Into The Mist
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