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Posted in Art, Dreams, Photography with tags , , , on April 24, 2017 by kozmicdogz

A new addition to the sculpture garden at the VMFA here in Richmond, VA.

“Chloe” by Spanish artist Jaume Plensa (1955).

“Chloe” is an ever changing presence. The light, clouds, sun, and time of day change her, showing many faces and moods.

You will meet a different Chloe at each visit and even as you walk around her. Mesmerizing.


Posted in Dreams, Food, Writers & Writing with tags , , on February 26, 2017 by kozmicdogz



Another year old.
If one is lucky this will continue.
More aches,
more pains coming unannounced,
over hearing whispers about friends and friends’ parents.
We are not the same
and never will be again,
but that is ok
that is the way it just




Winchester Sky

Posted in Dreams, Environment, Photography with tags , , on June 23, 2016 by kozmicdogz


Our trip to Winchester, VA and WV last weekend. Beautiful skies after a huge storm that ripped and twisted trees into houses and streets. Smashed cars and roofs. Now everything is green, the sky is blue, and the air refreshed.

Kehinde Wiley: A New Republic

Posted in Art, Dreams, Richmond with tags , on June 11, 2016 by kozmicdogz


Kehinde Wiley: A New Republic is on view at the VMFA from June 11, 2016 – Sept 5, 2016.

This is truly an amazing show. Probably the best traveling show since the Picasso exhibit which opened the newly renovated museum. The scale, humor and emotion of these strangely juxtapositioned works of art are breathtaking.

Wiley was born in Los Angeles in 1977 and now works out of New York City.

Please take the time to go to this show, you will not be disappointed.

More photos from this show.


Posted in Dreams, Writers & Writing with tags , , on March 24, 2016 by kozmicdogz

After a night at a Karaoke coffee & ice cream shop

I dreamt I was on a bus in Seattle

going down a hill so steep it took my breath away.

When I woke I was home.

The Longest Hundred Miles

Posted in Art, Dreams, Photography, Richmond, Writers & Writing with tags , on December 28, 2015 by kozmicdogz

It was 43 years and one day ago that I moved to Richmond, VA. 100 miles from Northern Virginia which I have described many times over the years as the longest hundred miles you will ever travel. It was not the distance, not the traffic like it is now, but it was the trip back in time. Richmond was a different place in 1972 then it is today in December 2015.

I put everything I owned in my 1963 white Plymouth Valiant with a push button automatic transmission. Above is a photo of my first room in Richmond Va. I was renting a room from a friend of a friend on 8 N. Allen Avenue. It was a small room. I slept in a sleeping bag which I rolled up every morning. I made a desk out of some old wood I had brought with me. You can see records, my glass covered book shelf, my super 8 movie camera, stereo speaker, and my black note book with blank pages which I was to fill with notations, poems, drawings, and dreams.

Also in the photo is my monkey bank which I still have unlike the movie camera which was stolen from my Floyd Avenue apartment years later by my neighbor known around Richmond as “8 Ball”. He was eventually convicted of murder in a drug deal gone bad.

When I moved here in December of 1972, I did not know that I would still be here, living happy and pretty healthy 43 years later. I almost left once in 1981 but never did. I guess I am here until the end. Or course unless something better turns up.

© 2015 Kozmicdogz

Merry Christmas!

Posted in Dreams, Photography, Writers & Writing with tags , , , on December 25, 2015 by kozmicdogz


Tom & Ray playing with their new Christmas toy. Engine No.17. Two fire trucks and fire fighters, ladders, hats, and hatchets. Most likely purchased from Sears as Aunt Rose worked there and could get my parents a discount. This was probably Christmas 1960 or maybe 1959. Before my father redid the fireplace with built-in shelves and walnut paneling. We moved into this house in the summer of 1957 from North East DC. A brand new housing development in McLean, Va. Built by a trumpet player my father knew. Well built affordable brick houses. There was a cornfield across the street with a creek running through it. We could see cows. Walking to school we passed horses and an old farm house. My father often commented what a delight it was to not have to search for a parking space every night driving around and around the block after coming home late after a job. Just park right in your own driveway. He had it made.

The chair in the photo is now in the basement of the house where my mother still lives, but it is in need of reupholstering. The stuffing is coming out, springs popping out the bottom, and the color fading. My father about 20 years ago offered to get it upholstered and give it to me, but I didn’t have the room. It was one of those purchases that newly weds buy. More expensive then they could afford, but they both loved it. There are carved tassels framing the wings and a maroon mohair curved back. It seemed very exotic. It is the one thing my sister has asked to have when my mother passes. She will give it a good home. We all remember that chair fondly.

The house looks good from the outside. It is now almost 59 years old. Inside it needs paint and a few upgrades, but the two tiled bathrooms are in incredible shape and under the wall to wall carpet is an oak floor that has not been walked on in many years. To save my dad money the builder put in less expensive moulding, a short overhang, and hollow doors. The short overhang always bothered my father. He said Jack should have told me and he would have gladly paid the difference. The doors still look good as my father refinished them while in his mid-70s. The last big house project he did himself.

The neighborhood has changed. The huge tulip poplar in the neighbor’s backyard is no longer the tallest tree in the neighborhood. It could be close to 100 years old by my guess. Large maples and pines have grown up from saplings and been cut down and carted away, just like with many of the houses now. The land is worth more than the houses that sit on them. They are torn down and carted away replaced by huge houses. Some more traditional and not too bad while some look like Roman palaces, all giving the neighborhood a kind of schizophrenic look. Hard to tell what year it is and what part of the country you are in.

I don’t quite know why I have traveled here, or actually back to the Christmas with the fire trucks. I remember the photo being taken. I remember the truck with only three wheels. The fourth wheel would not stay on the truck. I remember the chair and the buttoned up pajamas. It was so long ago, but feels like Christmas. The Christmas of children who are safe and with an entire life ahead of them. They had a good Christmas that year and I am looking forward to a good Christmas this year too.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone.

© 2015 Kozmicdogz

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