In on the Grass at First
This is a painting of our son, Raul, at age 10 or 11, playing in one of the youth
leagues at Dick Coy Park in the Canal Zone. Raul was and still is a great baseball player. He pitched the only
perfect game recorded in the Farm League and went on to excel in the Fastlitch League and for Balboa Red. As you will
note from the painting, even when he was small he insisted on playing with a full-size professional glove. Not much
got through him. The canvas measures 15x30.
One of the youngest (5 years) granddaughters, Winifred (Winnie) named after my mother, surfing in Pacific, here at Coronado. With this painting all ten grandchildren
have now been immortalized in oils, at least once.
Here is granddaughter Hannah, Linda's and
Patrick's daughter, awaiting arrival of St. Nick on December 24. Although she stayed up fairly late, Santa did not arrive
until after she had fallen asleep, not in front of the fire, but in her own bed. When she awoke the next morning,
the cookies and milk she had left out had been consumed and there were piles of presents under the tree.
Sunday Afternoon in Coronado
Shortly we had first bought
our house here at Coronado, I photographed our grandson, Cesar Augusto, late one Sunday afternoon as he was trying to finish
his homework in the hammock strung up in our bohio out back. This was between 1700 and 1800--the "golden hour"
for photographers--and the effects of the sun on the hammock and boy were striking. It took me some time to screw up
the courage to try and capture those effects on canvas. Here is the result: What do you think?