Author Archives: George C. Hartman

About 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

Gregory

Posted on October 1, 2013 by George C. Hartman
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sobriety

Posted on September 4, 2013 by George C. Hartman

when you have nothing you have everything only you find that out much later love is a sandwich on the cutting board or a hot coffee on cold concrete slipped out his plastic card and charged his freedom a poets … Continue reading →

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From the dark tunnels of dreams

Posted on August 26, 2013 by George C. Hartman

In this dream I was laying on a bed on a Sunday morning in August. I was pretty reflective because I was born exactly 53 years ago. Outside flowers and tomatoes were growing and the grass smelled nice. Remember because … Continue reading →

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Letter to Glenn

Posted on August 23, 2013 by George C. Hartman

Dear brother Glenn we miss you and love you. I’m wandering a field of dizzy dreams called earth. Come back you damn fool. Where ever this gripping addiction has taken you. Back from the depths of deadness. YOU and your … Continue reading →

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Movie Still #4 from Home Movies

Posted on August 23, 2013 by George C. Hartman

Yeah, back to that home movie. 3 min and 24 seconds into it. My favorite part.

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Just over the bridge…

Posted on August 9, 2013 by George C. Hartman
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low tide

Posted on August 1, 2013 by George C. Hartman

A wooden house in eastern Europe. Elm trees. Low hills. My walking stick. “Let me sketch you.” Set yourself free. Charcoal shadows and hollow air. The earth sings goodbye to another day. Brisk and fresh. Steam and mist. There is … Continue reading →

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the legend of nothing

Posted on August 1, 2013 by George C. Hartman

Because he was never found they say he drove away from it all started A new life He wishes(again) for the soft blueglow of his computer and late night ramblings of poetry i m a g i nation wet stinking … Continue reading →

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Hartmann – Online Family Tree‏

Posted on July 20, 2013 by George C. Hartman

Two years ago I found our very distant cousin Caleb from Canada. Caleb has spent a lot of hard work and time constructing this on-line family tree. I am very grateful for our cousin for this tree goes back centuries … Continue reading →

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Time traveling DOES exsist.

Posted on July 19, 2013 by George C. Hartman

When I first saw this photo, given to me by our cousin Robert (Jaybird) I was taken back. A very rare shot of our young family with our uncle Jay. The smiles and expressions are priceless BUT damn, who took … Continue reading →

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