Author: George C. Hartman

Redesiging design, coloring outside the lines, rolling down hills, figuring out strange people, dreaming in black and white, photographing in black and white, juggling, body surfing, fantasy football, painting, design, digital art and photo manipulation, green oceans, blue oceans, museums, discovering small towns, biking, beach, relationships that tear my heart out, bad poetry, movie making and BLOGGING

the inevitable

If there is an empty space in my life I usually try to take a vitamin D or sit out in the sun for an hour and I usually feel better. I’ve practiced, sometimes successfully Transcontinental Meditation but found that I need the perfect space, time and silence for it to work. If that doesn’t […]

Ten Years After

It is (‘nt) funny how time flies. How it seems like yesterday I was sitting on top of a building in an office on the outskirts of Times Square NYC and with my down time I began playing around with web graphics. This playing around and experimenting evolved into a family web site. I was […]

Oh, retreat from the waves

Oh, retreat from the waves         endless waves and sand(calculating numbers-problem solving-) to this delicious solitude&folded in your cool hemisphere sf=original output divided by current scale when the earth does sigh and weep         laborious tide (oh) i’m tossed out and about, mirrors and flames rosebuds explode, from the bottom of  Jersey dirtystreets strings and […]

One Summer Day a long time ago…

Photo’s That Make You Think Yeah, brother Gary or Gunk as he may be known as, suddenly started randomly texting me photos. So cool and it made me realize (like I’ve always known anyway) just how many photos are out there that I don’t have access too. But one of these photos really set me […]

Cloud Forest

The one reason why I thought it was NOT a dream was because I distinctly remember being so excited at this situation that I just had to put my arm around my father. While the photo was being taken, I swirled my head in total ecstasy as to who I was with. I remember turning […]

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