Tom Fasano posted Feb 18, 2026 by Tom Fasano
The image shows a small playground area covered in pale sand. In the foreground sits a green plastic dinosaur-shaped play structure, likely meant for children to sit on or climb. It has a rounded, friendly design with a long neck, stubby legs, and raised oval “scales” along its back. The dinosaur is mounted on four short dark metal posts anchored into the sand, lifting it slightly off the ground.
posted Feb 17, 2026 by Tom Fasano
A young woman sits cross-legged on top of a square stone pillar along a sidewalk, working on a laptop balanced on her knees. She wears dark clothing—a black top and loose dark pants—and a black face mask. Her long dark hair falls forward as she leans slightly over the screen, focused.
posted Feb 14, 2026 by Tom Fasano
A folding table has been set up on a neighborhood sidewalk, piled with assorted household items and toys. A handwritten sign taped to the front reads:
“FREE STUFF (please do not take table)”
posted Feb 12, 2026 by Tom Fasano
In the foreground, a dark green cast-iron drinking fountain stands on a sidewalk corner. It has an old-fashioned design with a fluted pedestal base, a small round basin at hand height with a water spout, and a lower bowl near the ground—likely for pets. The paint is slightly worn, and fallen brown leaves are scattered around its base.
Further back, a modern metal sculpture stands upright among the greenery. It consists of sleek silver vertical poles intersected by a bold red curved element, creating a striking contrast against the natural surroundings.
posted Feb 9, 2026 by Tom Fasano
I’ve written about Robert Shields before. What’s amazing in this interview is that he admits he didn’t have a clue why he was doing what he was doing: typing the world’s longest diary on a fleet of IBM Wheelwriters.
Excerpt 1 from his diary
Excerpt 2 from his diary
posted Feb 7, 2026 by Tom Fasano
A large mound of dirt and rocks dominates the center of the image, rising in a rough cone shape on what appears to be a construction site. The soil is dry and tan, with scattered stones and clumps visible along the slope and at the base. An orange traffic cone stands near the lower right edge of the pile, emphasizing the work-in-progress setting.
posted Feb 7, 2026 by Tom Fasano
I finally got around to the Bukowski strip. Hope you like it. I have others I’ve done.
posted Feb 4, 2026 by Tom Fasano
I document my walk in pictures, not chasing art, but here’s the thing about SoCal light: it’s an auteur. Does its own directing. You just point and click. California sun at this angle is binary, yes/no, on/off. Concrete steps are just cracked and forgettable — until the late afternoon light hits at 30 degrees and suddenly it’s geometry class.
This is the golden hour’s evil twin — that hour or two before sunset when the light gets lower and meaner, raking across surfaces at an angle that creates the kind of shadows noir cinematographers dreamed about. Wilder and Polanski shot their noir films here — this particular angle of California sunlight doesn’t give you options or subtlety. It’s all or nothing, pure whites and absolute blacks, like a graphic novel panel come to life.
posted Feb 2, 2026 by Tom Fasano
Saturday brought a great haul of postcards from Europe. Joining Postcrossing has been such a joy. I’ve tried other pen pal groups before, but this one is really active. It’s simple: you send a card, and you get a card back. The whole process is random, which makes it fun.
And the stamps! I love seeing all the different international stamps. They definitely put my plain American ones to shame.
Years ago, I started a comic strip called “Crazy Mad Poet.” The original idea was to feature famous writers, poets, and philosophers. It never really gained much traction back then, but I’ve been working on a revival lately—this time with a heavy emphasis on typewriters.
In case you were wondering what the famous journalist Jimmy Breslin looked like.
posted Feb 2, 2026 by Tom Fasano
A red plastic basket sat on the sidewalk near the curb, filled with children’s toys—what appeared to be action figures, toy vehicles, and other playthings. The basket was placed there intentionally, likely as a “free stuff” offering for passersby to take what they’d like.