Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Next year
this year
will be
last year.

Monday, June 19, 2017

For almost a year I just lay around, sleeping most of the day and raising hell at night.  I was completely useless and wouldn't even try to help myself. All the while crying for someone to bring me a bottle and crapping in my drawers.  Never was a mother so glad to see a son begin to walk and learn to use the potty.

Friday, June 2, 2017

This getting old is gonna be hard. Poor Sheila has a lot to put up with. I came down stairs this morning and she asked "What do you have in your back pocket?" A handkerchief, I replied. she laughed and told me to look. When I had reached for a handkerchief, I mistakenly picked up a pair of drawers instead. Her new job is to check me out before I leave the house.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Block Head

My first carving on cedar, using the poor man's woodcarving vise.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017


This is a mural in the town of Slocomb, Alabama, that I painted years ago.  It is on a 4'x10' mdo board.

Thursday, May 4, 2017


I grew up in a small town with a war memorial on the town square.  I don't know if Walter ever did this, but had it crossed his mind he would have.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Crip Walker

This is a quick pencil study for a project I am beginning.  This is Crip Walker, a black man that helped raise my brothers and me back in the early fifties.  Lost my only photo of him, so this is from memory.