MAD About: Yamuna Zake

The embodiment of CONFIDENCE.

Poaching an Egg

Simple, beautiful + tasty!

Mondays in Seattle

MAD Missives

The Cheater's Guide to Love

WATER and it's disappearance

Who is Emily Gould?


painting: ROSE WYLIE

As human beings, not only do we seek resolution, 
but we also feel that we deserve resolution. 
However, not only do we not deserve resolution, 
we suffer from resolution. We don’t deserve resolution; 
we deserve something better than that. 
We deserve our birthright, which is the middle way, 
an open state of mind that can relax with paradox and ambiguity. 
To the degree that we’ve been avoiding uncertainty, 
we’re naturally going to have withdrawal symptoms
—withdrawal from always thinking that there’s a problem 
and that someone, somewhere, needs to fix it. 

~ Pema Chodron

Wednesdays in Juneau

 Knocking things off the bucket list 
faster than I can list them!

On the third day of rain they had killed 
so many crabs inside the house that Pelayo 
had to cross his drenched courtyard and throw them into the sea, 
because the newborn child had a temperature all night 
and they thought it was due to the stench. 
The world had been sad since Tuesday. 
Sea and sky were a single ash-gray thing and the sands of the beach, 
which on March nights glimmered like powdered light, 
had become a stew of mud and rotten shellfish. 
The light was so weak at noon that when Pelayo 
was coming back to the house after throwing away the crabs, 
it was hard for him to see what it was that was 
moving and groaning in the rear of the courtyard. 
He had to go very close to see that it was an old man, 
a very old man, lying face down in the mud, 
who, in spite of his tremendous efforts, couldn’t get up,
 impeded by his enormous wings.

~ Gabriel Garcia Marquez

"A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings"

Tuesdays in Ketchikan

Gorgeous day for our adventure into the
Misty Fjords like bush pilots from the 40's!

Surrounded by ragweed and burdock. 
The silo, crumbling then, invisible now. 
A nimbus of squirrel skulls glowing yellow in the dirt. 
My memory as empty. 
Did I climb to the barn’s lightning rod, or just threaten? 
We weren’t farmers. 
In summer, the dead man’s fields, ours via probate caprice, 
sprouted gladiolus, blueberries, rhubarb. 
We watched bewildered, filled vases and bowls, 
but most of it rotted where it stood. 
The daffodils still come up without me to cut, rubber-band, 
and sell them by the roadside. 
Four cars a day came by. 
Here’s the rusty coffee can I dreamed full of dimes.

Childhood, by Joel Brouwer


Sundays in Vancouver

And we're off!

This is what I call being in sync . . . .

Me + the wee monkey



This beauty left today for her new home
in San Francisco!

MAD Missives

"... there's nothing to do in Ojai
and not enough time to do it..."

SUZANNE GOIN : The Larder Baking Company


DRAKE Sings Let It Go


EVE, 2013

And this cutie is off to her new home
on the other side of Ojai!

I love it when my bebes stay close by . . . .
I also love it when they go to far flung places. "-)

MAD Cooks: Counter Intuition

MARTA, 2014

MARTA, 2014
mixed media on wood
12 x 16

MAD Inspiration: Elisa Jimenez

ITHAKA, 2013

This beauty is on her way 
to her new home in Palm Springs!

MAD about : Jenny Saville

England's de Kooning.

Read about her latest exhibition here.


mixed media on wood
12 x 16

RIP: On Kawara


obit @ HuffPo

I AM STILL ALIVE @ twitter

@ The Guggenheim in early 2015

Sundays in Ojai