Along the path to traditional autumn decorating, I hadn’t banked on the plentiful harvest of roses which graced my gardens.
I lost myself among the bigness of a river, of centuries old trees and a Great Lake. I felt absorbed into a speck. And I breathed…
Just the Jeep and the moonlight…
Happy Summer! And please enjoy the wonderful heat of day and the marvelous glow of night…strolling…
1/21/2021 Thursday. For how many of you, is buying a calendar an annual event? Yes, I actively enter my activities,… Read more A Woman’s Diary of Sorts.
My buildings, my dreams of the business of the gallery, and my dreams of my own creative pursuits scare the creativity into me…my family, my life, and my career in a very corporate world scare the reality into me.
March 1, 2018 Majestic. The sky’s contest, a vying among the then waxing moon, the awakening buds of a virile… Read more Proposing a Lioness Adventure, (with soot. dirt. smudges.)
I am sure the two have collided along the way…the imagery and colors, an artist’s orgasm of black and red.
“Do you think it is a serpent or a flower?” she asked, her eyes dancing while a finger traced the slice on her stomach.
I looked at him, stunned.