There was music everywhere in Florence when I visited in 2017.  
​This accordionist captured the feel my naive American ear imagined.  

This Buddha sits in a raised planter in my driveway.  A strawberry grew next to him.  I ate the strawberry.  The Buddha continues undisturbed.    

From Mount Rubidoux, a photo taken with the panorama app on my Galaxy Note 9.  Taken in 2016.  
​COVID safety keeps me from venturing up the mountain these days.  

I captured this image of the stone angel that sits on an arbor in my backyard by the brugmansia tree (angel's trumpet) in full bloom.  It made me feel somewhat peaceful in these very troubled times.

I have several epiphyllums in my side yard.  They always love to surprise me with the most gorgeous blooms.  I sometimes see the buds, but usually they bloom as if by magic over night.  I particularly like this one.  

I wish I could say I painted this, but alas, I used an app called Prisma to created this from a photograph I made sometime ago.  Still like it, though.

I was walking Mig the other morning through the Plaza when we saw this on the sidewalk.  It was of course the dried up slushy someone had dropped and left.  I was captivated by it, so a snapped a pix and walked on. Later, I opened it on my computer and played with it in a photo editor.  I can see many things in this image besides a messy stain.  What do you see?  Perhaps it is a sort of haphazard Rorsharch test!  Bull, I say.