Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Steve Romaniello , emperor and friend, celebrates his 70th birthday at the C.O.D. Ranch in Oracle

Saturday me and Bob Campbell drove up to C.O.D. ranchin time for cocktails on the veranda, then cheese and crackers by the fire and finally fabulous dinner cooked by the double "D's". The toasts. Then dessert./ It felt like  wedding and Steve was the bride. The next day I took a hike aka walk with Joann around the property then fab breakfast by the double "D's".
The highlites for me was meeting Malcolm, the notorious owner of COD ranch, beautiful Leah (not my daughter) that I had met but hardly knew, seeing Seline from Rancho Linda Vista, seeing Joann in a barn dress yellow dress, Nora and more.

Joann and her daughter Alexi Smith

from a morning walk with Joann around the ranch

the rock and gem show around COD ranch

the next day breakfast with Malcom, Charlotte and Joann

Leah (not my daughter) daughter of Steve and enjoying a birthday also

There were those that were my age (70's) and those that were Leah's age (33)

father daughter spy team

Imo and others over cheese and quackers

the morning light at C.O.D ranch


Katherine and Bob during cheese and crackers

Andy Rush, Imo Baird and Tim Fuller

Charlotte toasts

Robin Hiller defends herself ...against herself

Robin toasts

Robin puts me and her husband out of focus (in perspective)

Bob Campbell in his `love' tie speaks, Jim Reed listens

Romaniello takes no prisoners

Leah has SO much personality in her face I think of her as a movie star like Claudette Cardinale

Rory clears his throat to tell the tale of San Francisco bay, him and Romaniello in a kayak and their near death experience

Steve embellishes

and more embellishmentout hop

Leah birthday coming the next day, toasts her dad (I was envious)

Nora begins her remarks about H O P E

Karen and Steve long time partners

Tim Fuller toasts his good friend Steve

growing up together and toasting Steve

Charlotte, Margo, Katherine

not a prayer but a thoughtful moment, connected loosely to the horror of Trump, closed borders and thoughtless behavior by our President.

When I was a junior at Scarborough high School north of Ossining, New York, the small private school decided we should recite the Lord's Prayer at lunch time. I was choosen to recite but refused, The angry math teacher raced over to me screaming that I must learn the prayer. I told him I knew the prayer but I was refusing to say it in my secular school. Civil disobedience at a young age (1962). I remember poet Alan Ginsberg carrying symbolic sacks of dirt at the 1972 Democratic Convention, Russell Means of A.I.M. joining the drum in Washington D.C. , Shirley Chisholm, NY state congressional member, retiring in 1983 after a lifetime of fighting the good fight.

There is no such thing as peace in the world today.

We must all fight the good fight for human dignity, integrity, and honesty.

I miss Obama


Steve opening his presents as emperor (Brother Chuck to far right)

a worthy mesquite on the C.O.D ranch

kind, big Mr. D prepares the ribs

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Two Birthdays, a visit with Alfred Quiroz

My good friend, film critic Bob Campbell, celebrated his birthday in the special room of King Fisher where we had had the memorial dinner after poet Steve Orlen passed.

painter Gail Marcus Orlen looks on.

That was Saturday and Sunday Hether Grey celebrated her birthday at Saint Charles bar. Nadine brought the cake and a smile.

Heather gets serenaded

more warm love

Adam and Heather

a studio visit with the fabulous Alfred Quiroz

Alfred closes his studio to take me to dinner along south 4th avenue

Alfred needs not say a word ...but he does and that is fine.

a fantastic Alfred Quiroz I am busy buying.

Alfred and his extended family outside Temple Gallery. only name I remember is Helena.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Used to Be Thanksgiving was my favorite holiday. first dinner at Gail's then party at Darren and Gary's. That'/s changed. Now its Chrstmas/Hannakah and a party at Bonnie's

If you enlarge this enough one can see me stealing internet outside Sunrise Cafe on Christmas day. I have NO shame.

Marian and Gail and I share the first night of Hannakah.

Marian reads in Hebrew the words for the first night of Hannakah

Gail lights the first night's candle

Gail reads the english while her son, stuck on the wall, listens from LA

Gail serves homemade latkes

this year's first snow on the foothills below where I live

a big man I photographed at the fish market at 5500 south 12th avenue

the large succulent I decorate outside my house. The Home Association doesnt like when I decorate outside my house

Lucien (the son of Crystal and Naim) pretends to sketch Eva at Bonnie's Christmas dinner. 

the lovebirds back from Europe (Al and Hannah)


Al makes a point. Hannah listens

Naim pontificates while Crystal listens. he mentioned he was tired. last night he and Crystal missed going to bed because one of them put on a Prince album and they danced into the night. Peut etre Lucien had to put himself to bed.

Crystal at the dining table

ok ok I obsess on Crystal if I'm with camera and she is in profile

Thank God she found new sunglasses so she could meld back into the wall (I dont think so)

Steve Romaniello drives us to Maynards for breakfast

We then drove over to my dear friend and recently departed, Avril's house where her parents are staying during their period of grief. They sit below Steve's painting of Avril, his good friend.

Steve and Marta discuss

Marta listens while Daniel makes a point under Rembrandt light.


the boys play with their toys beneath a portrait of Avril.

from Sabino Canyon looking towards where I live in the foothills

nature's parking lot