Owl mysteries…


Sometimes, there is no time for Whys or How(l)s.

Owls just appear. Suddenly.

The past is History. The future, a mystery.

Now is a gift.


For my little owlet…


    • Both! It’s a painting after a wooden hand-carved stamp I bought in India years ago.
      I couldn’t agree more:
      “I, uh, performed the autopsy on Jacques Renault. Stomach contents revealed… let’s see, beer cans, a Maryland license plate, half a bicycle tire, a goat… and a small wooden puppet. Goes by the name of Pinocchio.”-Albert Rosenfield.

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