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

Gill-go-round

Posted on April 1, 2014 by George C. Hartman

In this months PTMYT (April 2014) another old mysterious Gill photo taken on Austin street in Westfield NJ. (probably). This photo had the same kind of look and feel of another old Gill photo mentioned in a previous BLOG POST. … Continue reading →

Posted in cousins, HERITAGE, Photos That Make You Think, Tall Tales | Tagged Gill | 60 Comments

writers BLOck

Posted on January 8, 2014 by George C. Hartman

vigil by the deep lagoons cRazy Indian colors: glops of paint/ freshDripping o n her scratched canvas rich browns. If landscapes could dream and poetry could walk the earth woul>dn’t be crippled with leafy green disappointment. Gracious shadows slowly unroll … Continue reading →

Tagged Allen Shanosky, Applied Image, NJ, poetry | 1 Comment

have a haPPy ChristMAS and a bRAVE new YEAR !

Posted on December 24, 2013 by George C. Hartman

I recently wrote about lack of a total family photo together but this comes close. From Photos That Make You Think December 2006 a photo probably taken by Mom in the early eighties or closer to the last year in … Continue reading →

Posted in the beginning | 21 Comments

Gettysburg 1970

Posted on December 6, 2013 by George C. Hartman

two score and three years ago our father, full of determination and curiosity gathered his young family into a green Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser and journeyed 200 miles southwest into the belly of American history, the fields of Civil War death, … Continue reading →

Posted in Tall Tales, the beginning | Tagged Mighty Ten, Mom Dad, New Jersey | 21 Comments

All we are, is all we will ever be.

Posted on December 5, 2013 by George C. Hartman

I’d like to bring you back again and see if you changed your mind about death. Brenda called “SHOTGUN!” as my sisters ran to my car. Beverly just smiled and elegantly squeezed her long lean body into the crowded back … Continue reading →

Posted in Tall Tales, the beginning | Tagged New Jersey | Leave a comment

As I was saying, the moon was orange…

Posted on November 21, 2013 by George C. Hartman

…thru the pine trees of our camp site. It felt like we were a million miles from New Jersey but there we were right squat in the middle of it. In the middle of what seemed to be nowhere. You … Continue reading →

Posted in friends, Gratitude, Tall Tales, the beginning | Tagged New Jersey | 20 Comments

things i will never regret:

Posted on October 24, 2013 by George C. Hartman

Almost dying from osteomyelitis at 2 years old. Starting to drink at an early age. Joining a colorful musical cult. Failing some most math subjects at school. Hating my mother. Almost being abandoned in California by my mother. Doing LSD. … Continue reading →

Posted in Gratitude, Self Portrait | Tagged Addiction | 5 Comments

Thanks for sharing

Posted on October 23, 2013 by George C. Hartman

I’ve spent a lot of time in twelve step meetings the past thirty years and some of what I was “taught” has stuck. One of the things was, that, as long as you are drinking, drugging or acting out consistently … Continue reading →