tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77341383496777347832011-09-29T04:57:08.225-02:30newfinyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15438672117543252207noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734138349677734783.post-61005675620100005812010-12-28T13:12:00.001-03:302010-12-28T13:16:29.600-03:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-Fw1OF7OaM/TRoUGJZC1TI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WhMxzrRmVmw/s1600/centeroftheuniverse1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555775186147661106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-Fw1OF7OaM/TRoUGJZC1TI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WhMxzrRmVmw/s320/centeroftheuniverse1.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734138349677734783-6100567562010000581?l=newfinyankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>newfinyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15438672117543252207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734138349677734783.post-53684090230902705842009-01-13T18:47:00.003-03:302009-01-13T18:55:24.226-03:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-Fw1OF7OaM/SW0T4y5GfyI/AAAAAAAAACo/rwppLw3ZrBM/s1600-h/jimslogue47.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290907003685076770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-Fw1OF7OaM/SW0T4y5GfyI/AAAAAAAAACo/rwppLw3ZrBM/s320/jimslogue47.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734138349677734783-5368409023090270584?l=newfinyankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>newfinyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15438672117543252207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734138349677734783.post-49353489147067878332008-03-28T16:01:00.002-02:302008-03-28T16:09:45.731-02:30<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L-Fw1OF7OaM/R-059PcO-7I/AAAAAAAAABA/xOE24rOizSk/s1600-h/mooseinsharbor2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182862470453066674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L-Fw1OF7OaM/R-059PcO-7I/AAAAAAAAABA/xOE24rOizSk/s320/mooseinsharbor2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Based on an actual sighting in St.Martins harbor in September, 2007. This started with all the intentions of being a loose, free depiction with just lines of reckless ambiguity and my nerve went out with the tide. Reverted to whatever dictates my little grey cells are comfortable with, and am not totally disappointed with the results. Maybe not too far in the future, my lines will find release from the constraint of severe dotalism.</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734138349677734783-4935348914706787833?l=newfinyankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>newfinyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15438672117543252207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734138349677734783.post-91596864603816589912008-03-12T12:00:00.000-02:302008-03-12T12:21:53.627-02:30<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L-Fw1OF7OaM/R9ft12FHT3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZeecZzU8vD0/s1600-h/jimsloguecuttysark.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176867805991489394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L-Fw1OF7OaM/R9ft12FHT3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZeecZzU8vD0/s320/jimsloguecuttysark.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L-Fw1OF7OaM/R9ft2mFHT4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/qOrjxCTMXKI/s1600-h/reflectionscan5best.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176867818876391298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L-Fw1OF7OaM/R9ft2mFHT4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/qOrjxCTMXKI/s320/reflectionscan5best.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Have been stuck in this arena of me being the cowering christian to the lion of intimidation patroling my "artistic" impulses. No enthusiasm equals dreck, as can be witnessed by this latest representation I call "reflectons". ( doesn't even deserve a capital R). Need to let the ink show up in a way that excites me. Kinda happened in the sail patterns of the CuttySark. Interesting story about why the figurehead holds a horsetail. Look it up in Robert Burns "Tam O'Shanter". </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734138349677734783-9159686460381658991?l=newfinyankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>newfinyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15438672117543252207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734138349677734783.post-88332287946067302002008-01-14T20:54:00.000-03:302008-01-14T20:55:57.424-03:30<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734138349677734783-8833228794606730200?l=newfinyankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>newfinyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15438672117543252207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734138349677734783.post-9221493416327369002008-01-13T14:14:00.000-03:302008-01-13T18:33:32.882-03:30<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L-Fw1OF7OaM/R4pOshNLPVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VgSEJEVd5Bc/s1600-h/jim+fishing2fxd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155019250213797202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L-Fw1OF7OaM/R4pOshNLPVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VgSEJEVd5Bc/s200/jim+fishing2fxd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Am a sort of fly by the seat of my pants type of fellow that believes in serendipitous occasions that present themselves in such a way as to make the basic story lines of life just a little more flavorful. Can enjoy the solitude of a day listening to gulls and tides sliding past Submarine Rock down by the lighthouse, or people watching in a chamelian sort of way. Find that I'm a rich man in that I can spend my time in pretty much extravagant ways, that is with as little accounting as possible, except to my beloved "she who must be obeyed", Kathi. I can't sing very well, but usually have a tune frolicing about in m'brain anyhow, where only I can hear if I'm off key. Moosehead and a fresh breeze have a fine edge to them here in the center of the universe.....St Martins, West Quaco, New Brunswick.</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734138349677734783-922149341632736900?l=newfinyankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>newfinyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15438672117543252207noreply@blogger.com0