My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Sometimes, in olden days when ships were powered by sails and breeze, it happened that during a journey, the wind stopped. ...

Faithfully writing a weekly blog has brought My Fairytale Life to the number 400 . That is four hundred posts; over 1000 photographs, en...

Death and love seem to walk on either hand as I go through life: they are the only things I think of, their wings shadow me...

Winter cold makes life contract—or so it seems. The sun shines for fewer hours of the day, plants go dormant and energy is spent in ...

There is no escaping racial issues when one is an American. It is in our history, from the days of slavery, and a terrible civil wa...

Nudes have been figuring into my artwork lately, and were to be the subject of my blog this week, but I have already written extensive...

I visited my daughter's grave today. Yesterday was her birthday—she would have turned 34 years of age. Nobody else was around as...

The yard around my parent's home on a corner lot in Santa Barbara, California is a mature and stately oasis of greenery. Assorted...

Sunset at Polihale Beach, Kauai, Hawaii When I was a little boy, living in my childhood dreamworld of imagination and wond...

This afternoon I finished an oil painting on panel, and stood back to see if I liked it. The subject appealed to me—two cock...

I love the possibilities of living without constraint. Of course, this is impossible, and society requires that its citizens...