Isaac Asimov magazine  , " Writers Digest "cover, which I found at the Windsor bus station dated 1986 .His essay inside discusses the role of the writer with the advent of the personal computer .It was like I found a piece of History lying discarded on the floor amongst soiled bus tickets and sandwich wrappers

Attempt to Draw Bill Mahr and lady Gaga from tv

Friend bob and Cleo kitten

Friend Greg with soda

Krystal waif, life sketch

Copied from photo ( Jen  ,left,and Madison )

Jean Lafleur life drawing

Jackson ( son of Jen )

Life on life's terms

Where is the sun today.

That shadow on the wall tells me where

Early on the street quiet houses sleep

And a car pulls in from night shift

He sits on the veranda with a cigarette for company

Not ready for the lonely day

behind a screen door a dog  sits staring

And I  stare back rocking gently on the swing chair sipping coffee,

Thinking, this is beautiful ,

But I have to go in and do the dishes

Hundred House hotel

http://www.hundredhouse.co.uk/

Smoke room

Throw the dice

Shall I throw the seven ?
Just pick em up
What about the craps
O K bet the craps
Just throw the dice
I'll try and throw eleven
Be happy with a six
Heck I threw a craps
I told you bet the craps
Now I threw a seven
So you lost the dice
What about the money
Forget the money you didn't win
I want to try again
Forget it lets get a coffee

In the moment

I was sitting by the river looking across at the Detroit skyline and having a moment.
We learn in recovery that living in the moment is part of the process.I sat for 45 minutes
and then wrote as follows .

Well , just watch the boat .

” Watch the boat”?

Yes watch the boat !
What  just watch the boat ?

Well, not just the boat; the river too .
Ok ,the river too .
Where's the boat?
What about the crane .?
There is no boat .
So , just watch the crane !!!
Here’s a boat .Look there’s some people .
No, they are just the guards
 Yes but guards are people .
But the boat is gone .
Just watch the river!!!
I’ll watch the river and the buildings too .
What about the crane.
I like the crane but here’s a boat.
I 'll just watch the boat .





Then I sketched a picture of the crane which I have not been able to scan yet .do it later

Bob C

some scribble

this is actually one picture but failed to connect the two halves after scanning .A view from Jen's living room.

When I started drawing I just intended to draw  a street scene and considered it kind of tedious to include the drapes,  awning ,window frame and all the stuff inside the living room especially the pieces of paper strewn on the table but then I really started to enjoy myself and the street became almost secondary to my original theme.It is amazing because I had no real plan and it kind of all came together .The two frames on the table

are photos of Lillian my Mother and Connie ,my wife 

.So this is for you girls

 

bob sleep

good girl

drawing

This is something I wrote a long time ago .In my opinion it is somewhat contrived and immature and certainly not literary . Since it has been 25 years since I wrote this I still feel that it expresses some truth about myself and when I read it to my friends they seem to relate or laugh .Some of my stuff comes out well when read aloud with some emotion .

 GOLD OR DUST

I fell upon a heap of gold
Being old I had no need of gold
To late my limbs were weak and body cold .

I fell upon a heap of dames,
and lived a life of fun and games .
To some it seemed a life of bliss .
Naught to me  but one long kiss .

I fell upon a heap of friends .
A happy time just holding hands .
I soon got blisters on my palm,
And hid a wish to someone harm

I fell upon a heap of plenty,
It was always full and never empty.
I drank it up like a gulping fish .
I never dreamed nor something wish

I fell upon a heap of dust ,
From this I grew as something must .
I saw myself in many things ,
Twas me twas dust to all it clings .

(yuk  it sounds corny to me now but it relates to things that have happened since I wrote it )

sample

pics from Sophie my niece

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Sasha and Edo

My friends from Rimbey , Alberta

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Norman Wisdom; Don't Laugh at Me

Three brothers in Wales

what a great picture thanks Sophie for sending and of course I was too young to remember this moment in time .

Second thoughts

Second thoughts let's dispense with the confessions and kind of stay more in the moment as when I wake up from a little snooze at the library and through half closed eyes spy this very attractive girl wandering around the shelves looking for a book and and ending up standing right in my line of sight at an Internet terminal , enabling me to stare right at her without attracting too much attention .
Dark hair tied up carelessly with a few loose curls falling onto a slender neck supported by straight shoulders bearing the thin straps of a short black dress decorated with layers of tassels over black tights ending at her knees .In my semi dream state I toy around with the idea of walking over to the terminal next to her and conjure up a few introductory scenarios in my head .I continue to stare and from her confident demeanour and air of self possession talk myself out of carrying out my my momentary fantasy , after all I am her Senior by 30 plus years , so I let her shimmer out of the library alone .

shadow

My shadow ,or elements of my character not readily apparent ............whoa are you really going to reveal some dark secret ? Never mind more about this later and thus follows an operatic cackle of laughter .

Bob buying new cell phone after dropping one in paint and also cat Murphy at his place

Good fortune reigned for uncle John and younger uncle Charles , with Daddy Bob of little Henry boy and Daisy sister , when humdrum school was canceled for the snow and thus arose a chance to play the family way dragging sleds up and down the hill , while Daddy Bob showed off his snow board skill , but really to watch and care for Henry boy and Daisy sister together on the sled hurtling toward a barbed fence but at the last gently stopping short.

When Henry boy complained , " I can hardly make but one more run because my little toes I cannot feel , so Uncle Charles slipped off young Henry's welly boots and rubbed his chilly toes , then sent him sledging one more time with Daisy sister holding tight.

So when the day was done and heading home through deep snow fields and snow ball salvos they reached the short cut home by the church and Uncle John and younger Uncle Charles had surely sewn themselves into the children's memory, forever connected.

Sylvia's garden

Let's take a walk in Sylvia's garden for a moment and follow the path through arches of vines and flowers entering a landscape arranged with scattered groups of once discarded stones, now reclaimed and placed in whimsical patterns amongst an array of trees and shrubs.

Throughout our walk we can share in Sylvia's world and experience for a while living in the moment, moment to moment without regret or expectation .

From the garden we enter the house where the past has been brought to the present and our eyes are bombarded with Sylvia's carefully ordered collections of books, paintings, family photos and heirlooms. Slumping gently into soft furniture we feel the atmosphere of creativity as a crackling fireplace warms our cheeks .

Many words come to mind as we connect with our mood, preserve , reclaim , create,
care and share and our thoughts culminate in the realization of love , meaning , and
purpose

http://www.hundredhouse.co.uk/accomm.htm( See Sylvia's work here

The Hundred House Hotel

Ten times around the garden did I walk .

This is my good friend Bob

Henry's house

Brother Henry rules his roost and why not he has run a mini empire consisting of a pub and hotel for forty years and it came so naturally to him when he assigned me the task of chopping kindling wood for the numerous fireplaces around the hotel and bars which depended on wood heat for warmth .He handed out such orders without a hint that there would be any dissent and in fact he would leave rather quickly in order to lessen the chance for any objection .It was just like the old days except now I was 62 and and Henry was 71 but still I felt like the kid brother of long ago when I was 12 and he was 21 .So I dutifully headed off for the wood shed and started chopping sticks from a pile of carpenters waste and then my other brother John showed up and proceeded to load a wheel barrow with logs of compressed saw dust which was the prime burning fuel for the fireplaces .John is the eldest but does not want to admit it and thus attacks any physical task with a kind of gusto that belies his age of 72 .Meanwhile I finished the kindling and helped John fill up another barrow with logs but before I could lift the barrow myself John muscled in front of me and took off toward the house which was Henry's residence close by the pub.Not knowing what to do next I followed John up the path to Yew Tree Cottage and then John noticed that I was behind him and dropping the barrow he turned to me and angrily shouted 'where the hell are you going'. I was completely taken aback and could not muster a reply and feeling even more like a child I turned back towards the pub wondering what was wrong .

WALK IT OFF

WALK IT OFF

That was the fattest pigeon that I saw a flapping in the trees

hiding from a hovering hawk lifted by a gentle breeze .

In the paddock near I heard a donkey bray,

standing lonely amongst the hay.

Ten times around the garden now I've been

and still that was the fattest pigeon that I've seen

Daddy

Back from sixty I'm nine

Daddy's at the back door coughing that cough,

you know,

stopped short by wince of stretched stitches on a scar from recent repair

with my nine eyes I look up at him and ask my whys

tap tap tap on the pack face of a salty sailor

he answers while stained thumb and finger lifts to light a smoke muffling reply

wisping words spell 'I can't quit'

he spits untipped bits and takes another drag.


-- spell check edited version
Charles Phillips

Mar 01, 2008 - 07:07 AM PST

soo line, potomac, life is a train
as pips from lemons strain of clacks from tracks
rushing graffity across eyes aglase
with the comfort of a sugar hase
at the crossing coffee in the lap
where once stirred juices soured by excess .

over at gregs with kirk for dinner

hello again , I am over visiting my friend Kirk

I;m baaaaak

i've been gone for 7 months and have decided to get out of my funk and take positive steps to improve my situation by applying for my pension and moving into affordale housing subsidiised by the Ontario gov.

Connie Phillips 1954 -2008 beloved wife

This is the worst , Connie I love you and can't believe you are gone . Tell me , what now ?

Connie

Connie and Charles

Plus we paid for a few more

portrait

Got some passport pictures recently and got a free portrait

i'm back

hey all I'm back and still mudding up the walls and dealing with scummy builders .
Just received my hold back from a job finished 5 months ago and now it feels like found money because I'd almost given up on it . Persistent collection efforts paid off for a change .Wow just interrupted by a call from a builder responding to my internet ad on kiji , first response ever .Things are looking up . Work is slow in Windsor because of the uncertainty around the auto industry .

drywall insulation in progress

Here is G at work getting the measurement for
the first sheet of drywall .

alberta bound?

Work situation in Windsor is tight but we've managed to stay busy with renovation jobs but have only done one new house in the last month .Renovations are hard to price because we often run into unexpected costs after stripping down walls and plaster. We have almost completed the refitting of the second floor of a house and expect to meet our completion schedule of one week .

friends

fire works

FREEDOM FEST FIRE WORKS

Fireworks night in Detroit tonight so can try my hand at a few pictures . We have guests coming over to watch from our balcony , a great view from 16Th floor .



So who are those who think we are completely stupid , the powers that be of course .When the leftists are in power they waste our money and when the right is in power they steal it and so blokes like me try to stay under the radar and do the best we can under whatever circumstance's

Detroit from Windsor

Rarely go to Detroit since security tightened and now have to renew my passport or get a residency card before I can go again .

hi Connie . I put you on the blog

more pics

hi Connie . I put you on the blog

kodak easy share

Purchased a digital camera , playing around with it and discovering there is lots to learn.

photos

some pictures of Detroit from our apt in Windsor and a street scene below us

Finished condo job and looking for work on line and seriously thinking about going to Alberta .