my art studio in action

Soon…i have to wait just a little while longer for children to come & make magic happen.  make art.  fill the studio with their work.  best of all…bring me laughter.

i miss my purple spring

my gardens are pinks & purples in the spring. in the fall, my gardens are yellow, orange & reds. & lots of tomatoes… Our gardens are filled with blueberry bushes, grape vines, tomatoes, herbs, peppers, yellow squash, a peach tree. The rest are flowers. All this hidden behind my house in a small backyard bordered…

a new sketch book

my favorite holiday is Rosh Hashanah~a new year & i love that Yom Kippur gives me a chance for a clean slate.  an empty canvas. a new sketch book.  this year is going to be wonderful for me…in a few more weeks i will be able to walk without pain.  I’ve been down with broken…

my son & Blue

In fields of gold. We got Blue when my son was 4 months old. They were born a month apart & my son, when he was old enough to talk, would say, “Blue & I are brothers” Blue grew into an old dog while my son remains a boy. We lost Blue in February. This…

imagine if war could be settled this way

It would mean, instead of men marking their territory like dogs, the smartest humans would settle wars. Men & women could use with their brains. But, that’s silly, right? We like it when men behave as beasts pounding their chests, bellowing, “I’m right & you should die” I would think God is shaking his head…

the person who spray painted the door

is an ass. thus proving to me, that instead of making an effort of creating beauty, this…person only wanted to ruin the beauty that time had created. proving without doubt this person ruined a fantastic photograph & an historical view, to those that take note of such things.

window box filled with life

the box containing the flowers is rotting away, the snow has done a number on the door. The flowers look so alive that they appear as though they find the box a bit confining & wish to escape it. Montpelier, Vermont

Did you thistle?

Scottish Thistle found on a hill top in Vermont. Sharp spikes below the softest, sweetest pink fuzz.