Off your tractors!

That's me at Brasstown Valley in north Georgia last year about to crunch one ... camera man. Not really. I'm taking a break from a painting that I've just started in the last day or two and this is the way I unwind? Oy! But really folks, the thing with the golf clubs and balls and holes and the hazards--look out!! The season is upon us with The Masters just round the corner and this reporter can't wait. Earlier, on Mannix: for the latest painting I grabbed the first photo that really caught my eye and it was of an old girlfriend, Annemarie Bright, who's pic I snapped on the beach in Nice at sunset in July of the year 2000. I wouldn't have/ couldn't have painted this a few years ago but now when I see it I just thought, wow, what a great photo and the image is purely mine. Where ever she is I hope she's doing great and that she's found a guy almost as good as me or, better yet, found that special lady and they're off doing their thing. Don't wear green and think that I won't find you. Excuse me. Time is a ... there's no way to finish that right now so I'll ramble on about headlights that flash on the blinds, meaning that Buddy, aka Stacks, is home. More later if I can...