David Baldinger - Cartoonist & Photographer

  History of The Faire Godhogget The story of the Faire Godhogget goes all the way back to 1990 in Greensburg, Pennsylvania, in the early days of our family. Cyn and I were renting an apartment on West Newton St. in a house that was suddenly up for sale. The house was divided into two apartments. One on the second floor and ours on the first. The real estate company selling the building became very obnoxious about bringing prospective buyers into our apartment to see the property. We grew very tired of the rudeness and condescension on the part of the real estate agents. I’m sure they considered us “the poors” and not worthy of respect or courtesy. They believed that they could parade prospective buyers through our lives at any time of the day or night. Because of this, Cyn and I started looking for someplace else to live. In the paper, we read of a “rent to own” property, so we decided to have a look. The property was an old wood frame house on Euclid Ave. in Greensburg. It was in...

 

Born in the spring of 1861 in a modest East Anglian village on the wooded edges of Bury St. Edmunds, George David Darrow was the son of a gardener and a washerwoman. A solitary child, Darrow showed early signs of a vivid inner world, sketching woodland creatures and imagined spirits on sheets of whatever scrap paper he could find, much of which smelled of fish or meat that the paper had once wrapped. His youth was shaped by the rhythms of rural life and long hours exploring hedgerows, brooks, and ancient groves. Possessed of a quiet, observant nature and an innate gift for drawing, Darrow taught himself the principles of line and light by sketching the creatures and foliage around him. His Father, Henry Darrow, disapproved of his son’s obsession with woodlarking and hoped that his son would take up a respectable trade. As a young teenager, George was apprenticed to a local stone mason, but his tenure didn’t last the summer. George was found to be carving mysterious symbols into the lim...

 This is an attempt by me at making a rhyme. I should have ended it by repeating the word "stew." Oh well, live and learn. I was more interested in making the illustration.

  Trump has destroyed whatever Europe thought and respected about the USA.

 What is going on Faceberg? Why are you blocking my simply sharing this trailer for a new adult animated television show? Is it because something about the subject matter of healing mushrooms frightens our overlords? I highly recommend Common Side Effects as a well written and animated piece of entertainment. I am watching on Max Common Side Effects on Adult Swim Common Side Effects on Wikipedia

 Some Kind of Monster

Happy Inauguration Day!  

       As I look through my huge collection of photography I have stored on hard drives and back up media, I usually come upon images of a cat we named KupKake. When we adopted her, in 2005, she was so very tiny and the name seemed to fit her.      Her intense eyes still stare back at me from her photos. Her gaze still penetrates me deeply.      When she was with me, I felt like our minds were connected and she understood my thoughts. I was also very attuned to her facial expressions, her ear direction and her volatile mood swings. She could be mean. Very mean. She looked the perfect angel but that was very deceiving. She never liked the dog and always let her know with a charge across the room, front claws swinging. The poor dog never knew what was coming. Even I, the only human that seemed to like her most of the time, could receive a quick swat with her razor claws. I would look at my hand and it seemed like nothing had happened. Slow...