The man from Siskiyou who bought my 2000 painting, "Yellowjacket Goin' Home Time" returned every year to Death Valley, chatted and reminded me of what he'd bought. But he never bought anything else. At some point I realized he was waiting for another portrait of Mt. Shasta.

The windmill base featured in "Richard up the Windmill" finally got its fan installed in 2009 thanks to the windmill expertise of the Blair family, and the loan of another local's bucket truck.

The old Dodge flatbed with the horror-struck expression resides at Danby, about a hundred yards from where I saw the lizard.

When I was a small child in Georgia, I remember being fascinated with little country shacks whose owners swept the yard to keep it tidy and boiled their laundry outdoors in a big iron pot. My parents weren't fond of my tastes; I suspect they thought polite people didn't notice such things. But I still love ramshackle cabins, like Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia's "Tumble down shack in Bigfoot County". or John Mellencamp's "Little Pink Houses". Only the best of them have never been painted any color at all.