Inner City Blues
By Bruce Bingham
16 x 20 oil
Here's something a little different for you. My friend saw this and
asked"when did Rick get a tattoo?"
My response: "You're kidding right? He would never get a tattoo with a flower in it."
We have a fountain with a crack behind it. Sammy the Snake lives there. He is looking for a mate and his dating profile says his hobbies are rat hunting, slithering, and sleeping all day, in that order. Every evening, when I’m relaxing watching the sun set, he appears. Even though we keep different hours and have nothing in common, we can happily co-exist. There’s a lesson in there somewhere. Then he sticks his tongue out at me and moves on.
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