Someone Else’s Problem
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...
A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did.
There are times when light and nature and the very air weaving through it take one's breath away. A waif of a girl, wending her way carefully through a meadow, searching . . . for what? It can only be magic, and the creator of all magic in woody houses are fairies.
Another friend told me "it looks magical." That is exactly what I felt when I saw and painted it, magic.
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...
I am an early riser. Like 4:30 A.M. It gives me time to sip my coffee, lounge around a little before...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over yo...