Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. Wednesday, August 12, 2015. There are times when old and tired are paired. Perhaps my ideas become smaller up close and personal. I am thrilled at the smallest things of life. I ask the meaning of the morning the pink at the horizon the blue of the sky.

St Peters Fiesta road race start. I have a bazillion more photos to be uploaded, but for now this will do.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009. If I had seen a t-shirt that said this, I would have bought it. A quick 20 minute flight from Athens had us landing on the glorious volcanic rock that is Santorini. That jaw dropping tray of food goodness? Tuesday, July 21, 2009. Of course I ended up loving Athens. Tuesday, July 07, 2009. We enjoyed Thessaloniki, wh.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013. Diary of a Fiber Artist. I was thumbing through my sketchbook the other day, and realized it was a journal of sorts. Sure, it contains my ideas and thoughts for new projects.

Cheerfulness, gladness, abuse not. It is a mysterious flower. We can find many things about this little beauty, but they almost all contradict one another. All agree however, that this delightful little flower has been prized for thousands of years for its medicinal properties and welcome sight of first spring.