The Time Will Go

[Words from my song: The Time Will Go - Copyright - SOCAN - Video on YouTube.
Written in tribute to my daughter...whose birthday is tomorrow...when she was an infant].
"Will you be bright...
Will you be bold...
Will you turn out
a high class lady...
Will you still smile...
When I am old...
Will you still dance with me...
Oh child...the time will go...
Soon you'll be flying...
To where I do not know...
Like a bird on the wing...
following spring...
following spring..."
...........Quester.

Political Campaign Musings

I confess to having been interested...in a daily way...with a certain political campaign...that's been going on...for too long it seems. On the one hand it's been the
best soap opera available on tv...with those identified by their supporters as heroes
...being attacked by the villains from the other side...providing a strong core for
a long unfolding saga. In political campaigns...I don't know if there are any running
for office...who are clean as new fallen snow...in the way they run their campaigns...
but to me...there has been a level of ugliness unleashed this time...that I can't
remember happening in the past. Perhaps it's because...this time round...I'm more
interested than I ever was. In one way...I suppose...I'll miss the twists and turns of
this soap opera...when this chapter of it is over on November 5th. On the other hand
...I'll welcome some of the spinners...and their brazen...often intelligence insulting
interpretations...of what's going on...on behalf of their candidate...being on holiday. I finally found a way of looking at political coverage on tv...to deal with some of the most notorious and irritating spinners. I look at the tv screen...when these programs are going on...with a remote that records things on my vcr in one hand...and another one...that turns off the sound the moment one of the aforementioned twisters of words and ideas...opens his or her mouth to speak. I find this exercising of my democratic rights...strangely...or not so strangely...satisfying. Above all...I look forward to November 5th...when...hopefully...a message of hope...would have won out over...a message of fear...because I see how looking upon the world as an unfriendly and hostile place...can help to make it so...whereas...looking at the potential for good in an imperfect world...can cause that potential...to be made manifest........
.........................Quester.

Living Through Limbo Month

When I lived in Ontario...I found November to be one of the hardest months to survive
through. You could say that for me it was the "limbo" month...and I am not refering
to a month of wild and low tropical dancing here...it was the betwixt and between month ...neither summer...or even fall with its leaf colours...or winter with it's snow cover identifying it for what it was...but a time of leafless trees...exposed grey...brown...and black branches...long nights and grey days. For me living on the West Coast...through November...is still a testing thing...with the gloom and the rains in place...it seems...for most of the time. I am thankful...however...that the grass remains green...along with many small and large bushes...and even some good sized trees other than evergreens. There are also salmon coloured and red berries...heavy on the branch ...through November and all of the winter. These and many other attributes...once I can get past fussing about the rain...help me to keep on through this limbo month...and knowing that in January...not far away...I'll begin to see signs of spring..........................Quester.

I Am Wind

[Words from my song "I Am Wind"...Copyright-SOCAN-YouTube video]
"Wish I could turn
these stones to loaves...
water to wine...
and words to gold...
but miracles are butterflies...
always elusive
I've been told...
I am wind...
I am rain...
I am sea...
I am stone...
I'm an oak
on the shore...
where each tree
stands alone..."
.......Quester.

Better Late Than...

It's after 7 p.m....one of my latest posting times in recent history. Just goes to show what can easily happen...when I don't do a posting early in the morning. Glad that although I'm late...I've caught it...before this day slips away on me completely. I got embroiled in other things today...including editing a video with more clips in play...than I usually deal with. Choosing which shots to use...making shorter the ones I did choose to use...assembling them in the most effective order etc...has still left me with a rough version...quite a bit longer than I would wish it to be...looks like there's more cutting up ahead...but this is one I think I'm going to feel good about when it's finally done. Notice I haven't mentioned what the subject matter is about. Over the years...one of the lessons I learnt creating things...was not to say too much about works in progress if you can help it...lest in doing so...you spend too much of the fuel you still have...and need...to complete it. When it's truly finished...then you can talk about it if you really want to. Here's wishing...I do have the steam to complete it...very soon..................Quester.

Typewriter Thoughts

[Part of a poem I wrote when I was still using a typewriter]
"I wonder if it was
on a machine like this
Salman Rushdie wrote the book
that turned his life
into a story
stranger than fiction?...
Probably not...
he probably did it
on a word processor
like most everyone else
these days...
Anyway...reminds me...
how lucky I am tonight...
free to plunk on my Citation...
my curtains wide open...
and facing the street...
with no chance of an AK47
disturbing my angst...
free as a bird flying
in an indifferent sky.........."

A Ray Of Sunshine

Today's entry is late...and it's going to be short too...given I've just returned home
from singing at a fall fair. It was a tough gig. When I started talking and singing...
there was a clump of people...some standing with their backs towards me...and talking
quite loudly. I never cease to be amazed by the lack of empathy...apart from anything
else people are displaying when they do that. I found myself saying a sarcastic thing
or two...but managed to find my center and keep on...and finally ended up strongly. I could go on and on about how I actually felt...and the reason why...[it has something to do with being an artist for a long time]...when this lack of manners was on display ...but I think...instead...I'll just congratulate myself...for not completely losing my cool...hurling abuse at people...and walking out. The one ray of sunshine...was the young woman who was my stage manager for the day...she helped in
several ways...including helping me to hold on to some hope...and I thank her for it. There's always a silver lining somewhere...if you look for it...or if it's so obvious...you can't miss it.............Quester.

Wild...Wild Flowers

[Words from my song "Wild Wild Flowers"
Copyright 2007-Video on YouTube]
"Upon this field
of yellow grass
and shrivelled buds
upon the vine...
I watch the scattered
remnants of
a season I must leave
behind...
And who am I
to shed a tear
as if I were
the only one
who passed this way
without a thought...
to how soon
it would be gone...
Teach me your secret
of dancing through
each precious day...
Wild...wild flowers...
before you fade away..."
...............Quester.

Catching Up

Instead of posting my Blog entry...first thing after reading my e-mail...which I
usually do...this morning I tackled doing some replies to e-mails that had remained unanswered the last while. I think there is still more correspondence left to be dealt with...but I'm feeling a slight bit of release...about finally doing something about replies from me that were overdue. At least some of the delays...were influenced by my wanting to be comprehensive in my replies...and so...delaying until I felt i could be...or finally feeling it was time to reply...regardless. Anyway...here's to making progress on all of my backlogs. At least...I am happy to report...I haven't come to a ...complete stop...so there's hope...still...................Quester.

January February March

"And the rain of autumn turns to snow...and the snow of winter turns to blues...for it
seems that I can't pick and choose...where I'll go...when the snow...circles me all
around...circles me round". These are words from my song..."January February March"...
which I wrote years ago...when I lived in Ontario. It is a good example of a song
springing quite directly...out of the environment you live in. I shudder as I remember
the fierceness of the Ontario winter...one of the strong reasons why I moved to the
West Coast of Canada. I couldn't have written that song...if I had been living in a
place with mild and green winters...as I do now. I have living on the line where the
mountains meet the ocean...to thank for many of the songs I've written since I came to
my new home...but today...I am thankful to my Ontario days...for the songs that could
only have come out of living there...like January February March...a time that will
feel a lot different when it comes again soon...from when I was a soldier...schluffing through the Ontario snows..................Quester.

Autumn Song Revisited

One of the pleasant surprises of my videos on YouTube...is the affirmative way people
have responded to my "Autumn Song". When I uploaded it...because it was "my kind of song"...soulful...and reflective...I felt that it might not be widely watched...because of the "triste"...that was underlying the song...and the singing of it. One of the great things about uploading videos to YouTube...is that the choice of what you upload...is totally in your hands...and you can...sometimes...simply upload...songs you are glad you wrote...regardless of how "catchy" they turned out. The truth is there are a lot of songs...where "being catchy"...is certainly not what they are about...but instead...what they are saying...how they are saying it...and other subtler qualities. Anyway...I'm glad I uploaded "Autumn Song"...sharing with people in far flung places...verses like..."Autumn never smiles...at those who face the wind...There are no favours...taken...given...this time...This time is for the wind...this time is for the stone...this time is for the one who can catch fire"..............Quester.

Thoughts On Halloween

Autumn is here...and Halloween is just around the bend. No...I haven't been shopping
for a costume for the big night...like so many people seem to be doing. That is the
aspect of the October 31st happenings...that I find least attractive....i.e...this
buying of costumes...instead of unleashing our creative potential...and creating some
new and interesting ways of dressing on this night. I know...many are busy...busy...
and feel that getting a costume from the store...is the only approach they can take
to being ready for the big dress up. I suppose one of the approaches that's helped
me to create songs...poems...and pictures...over the years...has been the sense that
...I didn't want to "buy my life from the store"...and wherever possible...to engage
in a creative...rather than a consumeristic act. Something tells me...I may be in the
minority here...all I can say is..."different strokes"...and wish everyone a safe
Halloween night...with lots of laughs thrown in.................Quester.

Taking Pictures...A Welcome Addition

Yesterday's walks produced many pictures...with the colours of autumn coming into
many of them. I usually take my little digital camera with me on my walks. I would like to think that I'm always on the look out for pictures of the beautiful or interesting ...but some days i "see" more pictures to be taken...than on other days. Perhaps...for reasons we are not even conscious of...our receptivity to what's going on around us...is either open...or closed off...to varying degrees. I suppose a sunny day...albeit with a gentle October sun...was a receptivity opening agent...and I responded to the cue given me. I think that since I've started having my camera as my walk companion...my eyes have become more open to the pictures around me...so...yes...my "seeing" has improved overall...since I've been taking pictures. Of course...the picture you have in mind...when you are about to take it...doesn't always match the picture you get...when you click...however...in editing pictures in the program available on my computer...I am often able to upgrade pictures...that at first glance...were not outstanding. Even the simple act of cropping out the extraneous...unbalancing...edges of a picture ...can end up producing a picture with a power...or charm...it didn't have...first time round. Anyway...taking pictures...and editing them...has become a nice change of pace in my artist's work...and it has also provided me many pictures...for possible use in my videos...or right here...on my Blog...................Quester.

After The Roses Are Gone

Earlier today...a leisurely walk...in the mild October sunshine...produced many pictures...including today's...of...for those who may not know...rose hips...which is what remains after the rose petals have gone. This picture...triggered the title
for today's entry. I remember...how when I first came to live on the West Coast of Canada...how keen my song making mind was...to find out how late in the year...roses
bloomed in this part of the world. I had...just before I came here...and still lived
in Eastern Canada...written a prophetic [for me] song...called "Pacific Dream". In it
was a line that said..."sending me where December roses grow"...and I wanted to verify
that roses did bloom that late on the West Coast. My "rose checks'...over the months
leading up to December...proved that for September...October...and November...I could
justify using any of those months...as times when roses bloomed in my new home. By the
time I hit December...there were still a few roses left...but I reluctantly
concluded...that they were too few...and too battered...to justify saying in my song
...that I was going to where December roses grow. Instead...I settled for November...
in my song...which is now...one of over a hundred of my songs...on YouTube. So...
even as I publish a picture of the "remains of a branch of roses"...there are still
some left...to bear witness to the long blooming season for roses...on the West
Coast of Canada........................Quester.

Connections Beyond Geography

From time to time I check out some of the links to my videos on YouTube. This morning's
check revealed...that a winsome woman from San Nicolas...Argentina...was at the other end of a link to one of my songs. It likely means...that she had listened to my song
about autumn...in that place where she lives...so far south of where I live. I could
conjure up a lot of imaginings...about this new linking with someone from such a
distant place...but I won't...at least not right now. For me...this connection simply underlines ...what a marvellous age I live in...where human beings...regardless of where they are geographically situated...can connect with each other. It is something that never ceases to amaze me...and I give thanks for it.......................Quester.

Yesterday's Packet Delivered

I did sing and talk...at the school in South Vancouver...yesterday. Before I was scheduled to perform...I got into talking with a teacher
there...and broke one of my rules of performance...which is...always make sure that
you are well warmed up...before you go out to face your audience. In my chatting...the
time for that slipped away...and before I knew it...I was out in front of the group of
Native children and some teachers I was singing for. It took me the singing of at least two songs...before I felt that my performance was flowing the way I wanted it to flow ...then I finished strongly. Regardless of how your audience responds...you carry in you...your own yardstick of how things went...and this critique of my engagement
yesterday...comes out of that. The girls and boys were lovely...and at the end we had
a warm question and answer session...after which they and the teachers said thank you
to me...in the Native language spoken at the nearby Musqueam Reserve...which the
children present all came from. My only regret is that I didn't get a still picture
of their smiling faces...although a teacher took some video of the event...which I
am yet to check...to see how it turned out. I am glad that I agreed to do this...and
am happy to report that yesterday's packet...was delivered............Quester.

A Packet To Deliver

A little later today...I'll be heading out...to sing and talk in a school. In past years...I performed in a lot of schools...but for me...each time I do it...or perform
out in the world in generaL..is not something I can say to myself about..."ho hum...
here we go again". On each occasion I have to sing out in the world...on that day...
I feel a kind of tension in me. It has to with..."having a packet to deliver"...and until it's delivered...I can't really rest easy. It is never something I can take for
granted...and say to myself about..."oh...I've done this before so many times...it'll be a cinch". Perhaps it's just as well I feel this way each time...maybe it's just
nature's way of having me ready...to go out and do the best job I can...rather than
going out in front of my audience...and falling asleep. So...this morning I'll get all my bits and pieces together that I'll need...starting with my trusty guitar...and head out to today's school...hopeful that my "packet" gets delivered well...and I can rest easy once again........................Quester.

Reminders Of Another Time

Photo: Detail from picture in a thrift shop.
Today's picture reminds me...of growing up on a river...in Guyana...in South America.
Several of us siblings...used to paddle our way to school...in a small boat...not very
high above the water. On the banks of the river...we would often see...alligators...
lying on the bare parts of the shore...soaking up the sun. There were many creatures
that shared our surroundings with us...but the alligator...was one of the most seen
ones. We also swam in that river...where under the surface...who knew what lurked.
But children have a way...of working with...dancing and playing in...any environment they find themselves in...and we of the river...certainly did. We didn't walk around
being afraid of the wild denizens of the river surrounding us...instead...we were
taught the best way to live and let live with them...for most of the time. With our
river swimming...we were taught...not to go near the nest of a mother alligator and
her young ones...because she was likely to defend against invasions of her territory.
We all survived...I'm happy to report...and once in a while...there is a reminder
of a time...that now seems...light years away.........................Quester.

Hopeful Things

Once wrote a poem called..."Working With What You've Got". It starts out by mentioning
how there are times when I get disappointed by fellow members of the human race. It
goes on to say...that I know that when that happens...I can't head off to another
planet...where I'll be surrounded by much more enlightened beings...who wouldn't let me down...the way I've just been let down. It also actknowledges...the let downs I've
dished out in my time. It ends up by saying you've got to work with what you've got.
Very broadly speaking...I see...the words...behaviours...and actions of my fellow human beings...as falling into two main categories...ones which dim my hopes for this human race I belong to...like people saying they won't vote for a leadership candidate...because he's black...and many other manifestations of blindness and
backwardness. Fortunately...there are a myriad other small and large things...that give me hope for us Earthlings...even seeing...in this time of noise...running
around...video games...and celebrity worship...a young woman...on a pleasant October morning...sitting on a bench by the sea...reading a book.............Quester.

Thanksgiving Song

Photo: Detail from painting on school wall in West End of Vancouver.
Words from my "Thanksgiving Song" on YouTube:
"Thanks for the rain...
Thanks for the river...
Thanks for the rainbow...
showing me where I must go...
Thanks for the wind...
Thanks for the fire...
Thanks for the water...
blessing me
in more ways than I know...
I look around...
I see so much beauty moving...
I look around...
I see all the gifts
you gave to me...and mine...
down here...breathing......"
....................Quester.

Poem: A Volcano Can Never Be A Meadow

Photo: Detail from a painting on a school wall in the West End of Vancouver.
"Next time people try
to convert me
to their recipe for life...
because I make the mistake
of asking them
to lend me their ears
for a minute
and not their quick mouths...
I will tell them...
some people are like meadows...
some are like volcanoes...
venting from time to time...
but it is foolish
for a meadow...
to tell a volcano...
to calm down...
be like a meadow...
all short grass and dandelions...
A volcano can never be a meadow...
and a meadow...
can never be a volcano..........."

The Two Faces Of Autumn

Photo: Detail from painting on school wall in the West End of Vancouver.
It's a lovely blue skied morning...and for the first time this autumn...I see frost on
the roof tops. Have noticed in a song or two I've written...to do with Fall...that I
mention the "nights being clear and cool"...then I also mention rain and greyness.
In songs you write...you often tend to reach for...a unity in what you're saying...
so I was a bit puzzled about...why...the duality I just mentioned...had crept into
my song words. This morning...it has come clearly to me...why my words intuitively
mention...two faces of autumn. It's simply because...that's the way autumn is. A
beautiful clear and frosty day...like today...shows one face...and already this season...the wet...overcast...and even messy face of autumn...has shown itself. So...
here's to the two faces of autumn...and may there be more of the clear days...this time round...and less of the messy ones...[he says...ever hopeful.]
........................Quester.

If At First

Yesterday...I made another video of a song...I had turned into a video before. Something about the first version had bothered me...perhaps it was that for this particular song...there was too much movement by me...and on reflection...I felt that this was a song that should be coming from a calm and quiet core place...and whatever movements there were in its performance...should reflect this. I was able in yesterday's performance...to deliver on this...and had a specially good feeling...when the video was finished...having finally taken care of something that had been hovering over me for a while. I approach each video I make...wanting it to be a keeper...not something I have to do over...but with the best of intentions...some don't work out the way you intended...and its back to the drawing board. I suppose it's the
equivalent to counting to ten...i.e. when you make a video...letting it sit for a while before you upload it to an online site. It's unerring the way how the unfolding of the days...will tell you...if you didn't know it before...that something is wrong...with some of your efforts...and a redoing is required. The thing is not to look at redoing as a nuisance...but as part of your quality control...over what you send out into the world.......................Quester.

Poem: I Hold You Lightly

"I hold you
lightly in my hands...
a bird
whose delicate wings
I do not wish to crush...
Something tells me...
my freedom too
will break...
with the breaking
of your wings...
and anyway...
when you
spread your wings...
they shine so brightly
in the sun..........."
.............Quester.

The Red Circle Of Hope

At the bottom of my computer screen...my mail logo...is a blue backgrounded stamp...
with an eagle...its wings spread across the blue. When I'm at the computer...a musical
note is sounded...and a red circle appears at the top right end of the stamp...with
the number of pieces of mail on it...when an e-mail comes in. The reason I've been
nudged to give this description...is the note just sounded...and the red circle just
appeared...telling me someone has gotten in touch. Getting into some delayed
gratification...or deferred disappointment...I'm going to postpone...clicking to see
who or what got in touch. [As we know...it's not only people who send e-mails...
machines have also gotten into the act]. The spammers...or others who send non-uplifting e-mail...if they stopped to consider for a moment...the cutting
disappointment people can experience...when they check their e-mail...only to find it's another piece of humbug...that's found its way to their screens...and with a razor sharp reflex...click "delete"...might think twice before they send things out.
Perhaps...our anticipation...just before we check our e-mail...may be a manifestation
...of us human beings...tending to be ever hopeful...despite much experience to the
contrary. I once wrote a poem saying in essence...when would I learn that my rescue
won't come from my mailbox...or my e-mail. Well...maybe not "rescue"...but...once in
a while...in between the instantly deletables...their is actually...a word from a
loved one...or a piece of encouragement from a stranger...that comes my way. Now that
I've managed to get a blog entry out of my waiting...I'll post it...then I'll find
out...what it is that lies under the red circle of hope this morning.................................Quester.

Be Open...Then Edit...Edit

One of the goals for me...in writing songs and poems over the years...was to keep trying to break past saying...that which was totally predictable...or crude. I
remember once looking at some of my earliest writings...and shuddering at how bad they
were...but how that very fact...may have pushed me towards...reaching for something
finer...and on the way to doing that...developing a dislike for the crude and the
predictable. Somewhere...in my reaching...I began to write from that territory inside
...that was always nudging up close to the edge...of the irrational. I think that...
in creating poetry...it is important to be as wide open as you can be...when you do so. Doing so...may pave the way...for magical phrases or images...to emerge...i.e. to write good poetry...you can't box yourself in with...that which is totally literal...you have to learn to "fly" in your imagination...and...that can sometimes take you to some rarified places. This morning...some words I first wrote in a song...
keep coming back to me...that point the way...to why it's important...to look at
whatever nuggets you return to earth with...from your flights...and go over them...
to see if they hold together...in the cold morning light. The words I remember are
..."Wisdom is a fool's word...wise men never say". At the time I first put them on the page...I was writing from that place...where you just let the words roll...and are
not preoccupied with the sense they make...or not. Years later...when I looked at
the song in question...as I did my final edit of it...prior to turning it into a
video...I changed those words to..."Fools may speak of wisdom...while wise men have
no say"...nudging a bit closer to what I really meant to ssy...from the start.
Some nuggets can be left in the same state in which they first came to you...while
others need to be changed. What you pray for...as you write your songs and poems...
[was just thinking that for some convenient reason...blogging may be exempt from this
discipline]...is that you have...the wisdom to know when...to act...as is needed.
.....................Quester.

Worth A Thousand Words

Was going to post a picture today of a group of people walking on the sidewalk in a tight bunch...sheltering under their umbrellas...but looking out my front window...was
reminded that today...the sun was trying to come out...and somehow...it would not be
fitting...to do that. I'm sure up ahead I'll have ample opportunity...to publish that
picture...on a more suitable day. Having said that...the pictures I publish on my Blog
...it looks like so far...seldom relate directly to the text next to them. I suppose
if I wanted to rationalize that...I could say something like..."well...everything is
related to everything else...anyway". The way the posting of my pictures has evolved so far...is that I take a lot of pictures...and for me...some of them work. You could say...I've gotten used to having a picture next to my text...regardless of whether or not it has a close connection with the text next to it...or not. If...now...I were to post an entry...without a picture...I would feel something was missing. Perhaps...on mornings like this one...when I am verbally challenged...I should simply post one of my many pictures...and leave the day's entry like that...after all...they do say..."a picture is worth a thousand words".......................Quester.

Poem: Sunday Evening Restaurant

[Photo: Detail from wall painting on Commercial Drive...Vancouver].
Today's poem was written years ago.
"I sit in the Sunday evening restaurant...
free at last...but not ready...
for the auditioning to begin...
The head of my walking stick...
stares back at me from the chair
at the other side of the table...
Eating alone
is one of the prices you pay
for claiming your autonomy...
Eating alone...but freedom
to go out...no questions asked...
whenever...or for how ever long
you wish...
with your trusty walking stick...
silent...but understanding...
leaning on the empty chair...
across from you............."
....................Quester.

Poem: Meanings On A Rainy Day

[This poem was written when my hibiscus plant was still part of my surroundings].
"The rain frees me today
from the epic maker's delusions...
The dropletted window
and the low cloud cover
focus me in on tiny things...
Yellow hibiscus leaf
on floor vacuumed yesterday...
half loaf of cellophaned brown bread
on granny laced dining table...
two pens...one blue...one yellow
waiting on the chesterfield's arm...
A thousand other little things
lie scattered around my silent shelter...
Today...the rain has wanded them all
with deep meanings...
the white sun of yesterday...
kept hidden from me........."
....................Quester.

Night As Life Helper

Night...is a time for human beings to rest...before they begin again...on a new day.
Rest...for healthy earthlings...renews our life energy...to face another day. These
days...when I think of my youth...I remember the times of wanting to solve what ever
needed to be solved...right there and then...and sometimes building up intensity...as if that would "take me over the top". In time...I learnt...that "living in the moment"
...didn't mean that you should live and act in desperation...in the Here and Now.
I saw that it was better to develop and maintain...a "core of calmness"...as your life
unfolded...and not try to bludgeon life into glorious being. A measure of patience...
came into my life...as I learnt about how the things you work on...day after day...
accrue results...over time. This morning...I find myself looking at "night"...as a
marker that exists between our days of effort...giving us a chance...to let go of the
dissonances of a given day...not worry about tomorrow...and rest before we face
another day. In a way...night helps us to live our lives...in small slices...rather
than trying to solve it all...in a single day.....................Quester.

Long Time Artist...New Technology

[Photo: detail from wall painting at Slocan & Hastings in Vancouver].
I really appreciate...every video I am able to make these days. I remember how impossible...to all intents and purposes...for the longest time...it was for me to
make a video of one of the songs I had written. The process was either too expensive...or if you ever lucked into some video equipment...the question always hanging over you would be...but the video you would make from it...was it of "broadcast" quality?. These factors were so real for me...that decades of writing songs...slipped away...without my making a single song video. That is...until 2006...when I discovered that the digital still camera I had bought...had a video option. In 2007...I first heard of YouTube...and now...141 videos of my created work...mostly songs...are available to the world online...with affirmative messages about them...being sent to my site...from many far flung places. I am thankful I survived long enough as a creative artist...to embrace some brilliant new
technologies...at least to the extent...of making videos the self taught way...and
posting some of them to YouTube...or even this Blog...from time to time. Here's to
being always open to new tools to create with...and somehow lasting...until they
arrive on your horizon......................Quester.