Dogwood Blessing
May you be blessed... This spring is just flying by, as if all of the growing things are in hyperdrive. I'm really grateful that I've managed to take the walks that I have, camera in hand, and light surrounding everything as if staged for my convenience. Don't you...
Northern Neighbor
A Walk at Dusk Usually this little fella hangs out in the pineapple guava tree outside our front door, and lately he's become quite raucous. This evening, on our lengthy walk at dusk, he stood there on the neighbors roof and posed for me. It was a lovely walk. All of...
Exterior Decorating
Decorative phrasesfill the sensitive bodylike paisley vines on the marchunder skittish trees Tickle the plains with herdsof words and topics broadinstigate emotional mobstwisting concepts to fit the story Art or craft capableof painting hints of...
Consternmoon
Hmmmm Not a very original concept. I started with the scan of the facial features, and played from there. I didn't know it would end up this way. I had fun using my new brushes and stuff.
Sweet Imagination
Telling Herstory I feel like I've taken a turn, and the road back is a long way around. I'm headed forward and that feels like a good thing. I've been working on leaping off of the proverbial cliff with the faith that I know that I can fly. I don't just believe it, I...
End of the Road
On the edge of the wildernessat the end of the roadwhere the creek burbles sweetlyand the bear occassions by We gather our waterrinse the dust from our facesnap on a rock in the sunwhile new leaves and old needlesdapple the light around us Light breezes...
Tears
An Electronic Collage This original drawing/painting is far too blatant. I felt strongly about the premise of it, however those strong feelings came through too brashly for my tastes (even though it was me that did it of course). I had fun creating several brushes,...
Playing Small
The tabby was a big fat catwho commanded attentionby his very presence Yet, he thought of himselfas still a little guy He would hide under the easy chairwhere only his head fit He was convincedhis backside was invisibleas it stuck out for all to...
Father Peacock
An Old Line Getting Older The original pen sketch was done in an old (1990) sketchbook. There's always been something about this piece that appealed to some of my senses. I have several times photocopied it and then colored it with crayons or colored pencils. I...
Transformation
Begin again In transition, in the process of transformation. I wonder often if there will ever be a time when I am not in the midst of some change. I recognized that there is either life/growth/change or there is death/shriveling/change and that there does seem to be...