I for one am happy to have fresh snow to walk in.
Or is it April Fools Day? You never really know here.
Snow is forecasted for tonight.
However, any sign of spring is welcome, especially the first blooms of my garden.
Listening to the wind…
The fire rages again.
The earth isn’t happy, she’s on fire after all.
I see the fires burning in my friends.
Wanting to help blow the prevailing winds another way.
” How can we help?”
The masses cry:
“What can we do?”
“Stop,” I say. “Be still. Listen.”
Listen to the wind.
Stay strong, upright.
I am stronger because of you.
Wind clears my head and spirit. A big, dust out of the closets sorta thing.
Finding my path clear.
Feel the fire.
Embrace the wind.
Be the light at the end of the tunnel. The god damn tunnel.
Hold your head high.
Fly in the wind.
Enjoy the dance, like a kite in an ocean breeze.
I never took chemistry.
My locker during a of year of high school was right across from Rogers room.
We became hallway friends, and later, bonded over chocolate and The Grateful Dead.
As it turns out, he was also friends with my husband, through different means.
For our wedding, he gifted us a 3-D view of life and living.
I like to think he and my dad are enjoying great conversations together, wherever they are…
This cat. He just walked along beside us while we hiked to a sweet little spot in Veedauwoo for a picnic.
This cat has an amazing human.
Full moon walks with his cat in an empty field near his house.
Cat camping, no leash, just him and the cat, sleeping under the stars.
This is Jenn.
Jenn is Rad.
She is patient, kind and encourages everyone she meets to be a better version of themselves.
Jenn smiles and laughs more than anyone I know.
On this day, we took her boat and put it in as many different bodies of water as possible.
Dressed as barmaids.
I am so lucky to have a great friend who lives next door.
Ever After, an in-progress image.
This is how I work. I gather everything from around my studio that I think might “go” with the piece I’m working on.
Arrange and rearrange. Repeat numerous times.
Walk away. Let the changes sink in.
Maybe even move the piece into my house so I can look at it in a different light. In a different mood. Get feedback from friends who stop by.
Everyone has a story to tell, art is my first language.