february morning.

to the little ones,

hang on.

to the others hold on.

sven.

february morning.

a new day dawning.

thank God.

sven.

january sunrise.

left alone now for years.

and wondering why?

dear old friend you have always been.

but oh so silently creeping.

now dawn comes again.

and dreaming of shadows and mist.

but so unreal.

how do you expect to carry on?

what everyone says matters most.

and to the family goes your heart.

your desire and prayers.

please see me now.

sven.

january sunset.

this winter seems so cold.

like the tears on your cheek.

and the tracks in the snow.

sven.

sorry to be gone so long. so much is going on and so little.

the art museum, thank goodness it's not monday.

what's fun to do on a super cold sunday afternoon in minneapolis? the weisman is always fun.

some new acquisitions.

galleries.

travel posters.

scenes from the weisman's western facing windows.

that was fun, now how 'bout a visit to the teahouse?

sven.

weisman.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

may this year bring you blessings and peace, wherever you are.

sven.

audobon park.

always nice to look at Christmas lights which are becoming more and more rare. but this house went all out and the back yard which was hard to see from the road was mind blowing!

Merry Christmas everyone!

sven.

deer.

deer.

while there is a lot of deer around here, and I see their tracks often. it's not often you actually see deer, so here's one now, ambling through on a lazy Christmassy afternoon.

Merry Christmas one and all!

sven.

what a difference a day makes.

yesterday.

today.

what a difference a day makes.

only thing that's still the same is the sky, which has been grey for days.

I think it looks prettier now though.

stormy.

cool it on down.

red oak drive.

ty do you remember that basement bedroom?
do you remember the 442 convertible that forever sat in the driveway?
what a wonderful night.
christmas eve with them and their friends.

I felt a little drunk and the weed didn't help.
I remember an older lady kept looking at me.
and there was the golden couple.
I guess he needed me too.

what a way to go old fellow.
do you remember the fun we had on the way to dallas?
golden days and golden cars.
and miles of forgotten highways.

and now you're gone.
you told me you were going to hell.
do you know everything now?
are you finally at peace?

follow me.
do you know the difference?
does a boy know how to become a man?
let's go to stacy tonight.
sven.

alive.

rosie outside the loft san francisco 8pm, sunday, march something.

a long hard ride, thanks rose.

(and God)
more stories later?



 oh, and happy st. patty's day!

friday.

wallace, kansas

rye, colorado

if you see me say hello.

off.

thursday morning 9 am wintermoor.

8 pm osceola iowa. yes you can ride a motorcycle in the winter but it wasn't fun.

it was 20° to 30° or so today, tomorrow in missouri it's supposed to be in the 60s so I'm out of the woods. heading to san francisco on rosie. (of course now we know the story and it was not pretty, no 'outta the woods!' - ed.)

sunrise darkness sunrise.

it's so cold and snowy.

then sunrise darkness sunrise.

whatever happened to the light?

and are you still with us?

a day or a month in limbo.

and a walk with folks I don't even know.

eat your apples and oranges.

and feel much better for tuesday.

how do you know her?

if we wait for it to snow.

it will but it may never stop.

and we don't want that.

sven.

cold and snowy but often beautiful. 

I think we hit -36 degrees below zero fahrenheit here in columbus recently with plenty of snow and wind. it's even cold inside. dress warm and drink lotsa' coffee. happy cabin fever.

merry christmas.

merry christmas everyone.

the forest floor is frozen and harsh.

but inside my tree all is well.

and I can forget the dangers lurking outside my door.

my chipmunk wife is busy in the kitchen.

our children have their own holes.

and I have acorns stored for the whole winter.

it's good to be alive.

later when larry comes.

with his wife wilemena.

we'll play bridge until late.

and maybe he and I can go bug some squirrels.

merry christmas everyone.

sven.

east side.

east side.

   bet ya can't guess the secret ingredient in yarusso's-bros sauce. love it or leave it…  I love it.

the godfather I II III are on constant rotation on the multiple video screens. great neighborhood joint. can't wait to come back.

hamm's brewery.

yarussos.

hamm's.

guten morgen.

guten morgen my strange sad friend.

what a day as the snow flies and flutters.

your queer tales abound today.

and a peaceful feeling is in the air.

when shall we walk the moors?

in the late afternoon when the light's just right.

we'll rest awhile for now.

and think about what brought you here.

a day not too long ago.

or it may have been a thousand years.

a question only a question.

to which we may never know the answer.

for now follow a well worn trail.

clouds gather and the light is waning.

the snow is flying and the wind at my back.

hasten my steps north to wintermoor.

sven.

some work of which I'm extremely proud, some blue spruce planted years ago. can't take credit for the giant black oak, bertha though.

(mother nature 12.4.13 > iphone > mac > iphoto > preview > fotor > blogger > you ? ?)

diamond hearts.

there is no more pain from this diamond heart.

the season was winter.

as she turns to the window it begins to rain.

sven.