The breeze has finally picked up again on the river, a warm one indeed- but a breeze no less. I've arrived back to the River House to be greeted by Lili Doodle, the new dog on the scene, and an empty house but the pleasant calm that I feel whenever returning here has decended upon me. A quick jaunt to the north end of Brevard county to visit my father and then a sprint down to the south end to the beaches of Melbourne to have some time with my dear friend Jenny have brought me to this satisfied state of mind where I can think clearly again.

My Dad and His Warbirds

Valiant Air Command Warbird Museum was formed in 1977 and has been dedicated to finding and preserving historic aircraft that are such a part of our aviation history. The museum is located on 10 lush, tropical acres belonging to the Space Center Executive Airport in Titusville, Florida. The museum displays , maintains and restores an incredible array of aircraft that were indigenous to the world's military Air Forces starting before WWI to the present. Tomcat, Voodoo, Corsair, Buckeye, Wildcat, Messerschmitt, Mohawk- all the cool stuff you guys like to see- here they are. Over 35 of them....get your rocks off here.

My father has been volunteering at the War Bird Museum in Titusville for over 16 years. The place is stuffed full of military paraphenalia, small model airplanes, old uniforms, maps and over 30 restored war birds on display in two hangars. Even if you don't think you're into old aircraft I promise that just being close to these old machines is pretty awesome. ... Being with my father while he's in his element is pretty awesome as well. Taking these photos was a blast......

Storms A Brewin'

It's been a long hot summer waiting for the conditions to warrant the naming of this year's storms. The coast has been surprisingly pleasant this summer with the Blue Moon Group enjoying quick trips down to the coast at Alligator Point. Linda and I tag along with Brad to eat and drink and wander the shore for detritus. One afternoon after lunch and naps these two talented friends effortlessly produced a mozaic destined to be a table top for Miss Hall's studio. My loot of all black shells is awaiting my return...a mirrored mozaic in the bottom of a bird bath- I've finally decided.

Indubitably My Dear Mr Fowler

It's been years since we'd worked together but it all came comfortably together again as I entered the studio of Mr Fowler this very hot day in August. In the past we would come together with a vague notion or two of what we wanted to work on and the sessions flowed easily...the same today. A little rope, some gifts from the sea, a set of antlers and we were happy. The distractions in my life are many at the moment and I tried so very hard to wrap my mind about what we were about to do. I had the Breakfast of Champions, though, to get me started: cheap red wine .... and that was that...

I like to document the set-up because there's so much effort that goes in to these sessions. The reality is apparent and you don't look perfect...