cleaned my paintboxes •
reminding these eyes about •
sunshine and shadow Continue reading →
In spring, bear visits. •
bungee cords were too strong but •
the lid bent in half. Continue reading →
the light is fading •
the robins take to the shrubs •
reciting their day Continue reading →
Bent over the ground •
this is how we welcome spring •
looking for new life. Continue reading →
Mom and I went to a garden center and had a good time looking at the first wave of plants. I went because I needed a couple “models” for painting now that the daffodils are past, and I need to … Continue reading →
Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.
