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Posted in Dreams, Writers & Writing with tags , , , , on May 3, 2017 by kozmicdogz

The family house still under construction in a new neighborhood built on farmland. When we moved in, the road was still dirt and the grass was still growing on the recently seeded yards. There were few trees except the few they built around. There was a huge tulip poplar in the back yard of the house next door.  It is still there.

We would gather to play under its branches with our friends.

Across the street was a field that still had cows grazing on it before more new houses were built.

Walking to school we would pass horses in a fenced in corral next to one of the two original farm houses.

There was no beltway. There was no McDonalds. There was no shopping mall. It was quiet and the sky was big and you could see the stars come out at night.

Just short of 60 years later the house has passed on to a new family and the remaining members of the old family remember the big hole in the ground, the dirt yard, and the creek at the end of the street.


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

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