The following is primarily pictures of myself along with some mixed images and comments intended as somewhat of an introduction. I'm starting with pictures that students have drawn of me, which are pretty funny. Then a general mix of old and new photos and a few self portraits.
The big picture above, of me folding something, was taken about 20+ years ago, at Hicks Montessori when I had hair! So please, expect something slightly more worn and uglier whenever we meet in person.
Judging by the words on the board I was working on the concepts of symmetry, mandalas, and origami. Stuff I still do to this day.
Thought I start with this picture. Without a doubt, marrying my wife Elizabeth was the luckiest/smartest thing I've ever done. Truly she is the most beautiful thing on God's green earth.
Just found this pic of myself and my 1967 Renault. It was a great car(my 2nd) and I learned a lot about cars trying to keep it on the road. I had many great adventures in it. It went from coast to coast!
I really like the word balloon comments.
I look 'kinda worried in this one.
Great teeth! I tell the students that when your trying to draw me, or anything for that matter, try to figure out the important stuff and the visual clues that make something look like what it is. Then exaggerate it a bit, unless it's your mother, wife or girlfriend.
Another great word balloon comment.
Crazy and dangerous looking.
Funny looking-I liked it.
Nice, full length shot.
My dad reading to me and how I probably learned to love reading. I'm very thankful my parents took the time to read to me. My mom and dad probably spent a lot of time reading with and to me.
I did a self portrait with me holding some the tools of my trade. I took the look from Bob's Big Boy.
It looks like me and dad cleaning fish. I look a a bit tense at the prospect, which is strange,
considering how many fish I would eventually catch, clean, and eat.
Just a funny picture of me I drew a month ago as a thank you card for the individuals at work who did some stuff for my birthday. I've always been lucky to work with great people.
A picture of me on my Honda Hawk 400. It took me across the country one summer. I put 18,000+ miles on it before I sold it to somebody. They promptly wrecked it, which bent the forks. They gave it back for free, slightly afraid of it. I fixed it, rode it, and then sold it again, with a full explanation of the accident, and they went on to ride it for quite a few years, from what I understand.
Just a funny self portrait of me in a semi lotus position, bib overalls, and a tie, holding an "orb-o-wisdom"
A picture of me with hair, although thinning! It looks to be the Gulf Coast near Corpus Christi. A great spring break trip with Steve and Greg in a '67 Camero.From Kent, Ohio to Boulder, Colorado, Crested Butte and then on South through New Mexico and Texas until we reached the Gulf.
Airbrushing a t-shirt at the West Virginia State fair. It's amazing how many people wanted their name on a shirt. I always had a great time working the fair. Probably did it for 10 years or so, every August.
North of the West Virginia State fair, South of Marietta, and down a couple of dirt roads is this weird unexpectedly large eastern religious temple called the Prabhupada. I zipped up onto the roof and Len shot the picture. We were on our way back from the West Virginia State fair and it seemed like a good idea to take a look. Strange place, if your ever in the neighborhood, you should check it out.
Me changing/holding the clutch in a '71 Renault R-10(my second one). Water-cooled 4 cylinder with the engine in the rear. It went well all things considered. I drove the car for at least 2 or 3 more years, put over 150K on it. It went everywhere, out West, Canada, and I drove it in downtown Manhattan. In retrospect, off-roading with it was not one of my better decisions. It was my "learning" car, mechanically speaking, and,as such, suffered greatly from my lack of repair expertise. What amazes me to this day is the fact that it was so difficult for me to make even the most elementary of repairs. What a struggle I had trying to understand even the most basic of concepts! All it had was points and a carburetor, hardly anything even resembling complex, and yet...at the time, it was quite the thrash keeping it running. I'd like to blame the car, but, it was really me.
Me speaking the caffeine molecule. One of my more favorite molecules.
Happy me, sitting on a porch I built for free, kitty's are playing, and I'm just back or getting ready to leave on my Vespa. It would eventually get stolen, get returned, get dents pounded out and repainted, get put through a fence after hitting a patch of ice (with me getting a ride to a hospital and getting stitches) , get fixed up again, painted red, ridden for couple more years and then sold to some young lady in Columbus. All in all a great toy!
Me and brother Mitch, '71 or '72, white ties a blazing,
and convinced we were looking good! I believe
the occasion was my sister Lynn's wedding.
Ms. Demi P. said this, so I drew a picture and made it
into a pin, after we couldn't find the kleenex.
Myself , holding a Rapidograph. You don't see them very often anymore.
I think I'm at Uncle Stibbe's house, couldn't be any happier, no shirt and riding a tractor.
A pen and ink drawing, with me on the bottom left.
This is a pen and ink and crayon drawing of my first
apartment in Kent. It had this great window seat where
I had some plants and had my stereo set up. Looks
like a record changer, remember those?
This is a picture of my uncle LD. I look to be about 1 year old and it's probably my first bike ride. You can see my dad's Studebaker in the background. We are in the front yard of Grandma and Grandpa Davis' house on Huffman Ave, in Naperville, Illinois. I spent some real nice summers there.
The above pic is me, probably age 19 or 20. Surrounded by some of the pottery I was making at the time. You can see another shot of the room in the crayon drawing above. It was my first apartment.
A picture( that I colorized with the free Adobe photo editor) my wife took of me at Wagner Vineyards, located on the Eastern side of Seneca Lake in the Finger Lakes region of New York. Right here I'm enjoying a very nice sweeping, panoramic view, a glass of a wonderful, cask aged, chardonnay and a great lunch with my lovely wife. One or twice a year we try to make the trip. It's beautiful area with many things of geological interest and many nice wineries and restaurants. We generally try to stock up on wine for holiday gifts and for our own personal use. It's a very beautiful region and if you ever get the chance to go, you won't regret it.
A poem my niece wrote about me on her bloghttp://houndsinthekitchen.com/2010/03/02/the-births-of-march-second/_