PUTTING A DIVERSE GROUP of paintings to bed as we begin a new year.  

THE BIRDS AND MICE have no idea that I take digital images of their humble footprints in the snow and scatter them like seeds in cyberspace, appropriating their wandering trails Continue reading

I HAVE HAD MASSAGE and practiced yoga, but nothing has ever felt as good as the wind pressing on my back and shoulders and funneling around my upturned collar as Continue reading

TODAY I REVISED and re-posted an earlier entry titled Out The Window  and forgot to explain or rename the old one, now titled Spinach and Potato Fields. I guess I got carried Continue reading