Butterfly Photos from Monhegan
It is amazing to think that these slight, fragile creatures, flew there across the ocean and will fly much further in their migration. No wonder they are fueling up with so much nectar!
It is amazing to think that these slight, fragile creatures, flew there across the ocean and will fly much further in their migration. No wonder they are fueling up with so much nectar!
Headed to the Sahara, we crossed the Atlas Mountains. On the way, in the cedar groves in the national park, we saw monkeys. Then we visited nomads in their cozy, makeshift home; they radiated happiness and humble pride. We had lunch in a private home where we watched the bread being made and cooked over … Read more
What a metaphor they seem to me, of how to trust, how behave, how to allow yourself to be cared for.
Heading homeward, we spent two nights and a full day in North Yorkshire. I mostly wanted to visit Yorkshire since I have loved the scenery in All Creatures Great and Small, but the place is huge. When booking our trip last January, I wondered where to stay in Yorkshire; it was the last unresolved piece, … Read more
In these photos, you can follow along on our walk out of Keswick into the fields and beyond to the standing stones
We had some idyllic time on a beautiful beach, reading, swimming, and painting.
In the photos in this post, enjoy all the color and wonder, composition and texture, from this fun outing with my sweetheart.
Jellyfish are certainly inspiration for abstract compositions, and so intriguingly graceful.
In these photos you can traipse with me these special paths, and see what drew my attention, in all that verdant expanse.
Both of these works were painted for their abstract meanings, so even when art is representational, I feel it should be about more than just what meets the eye.
This place is blissful, clean and clear, reflecting the changing light and full of wildlife. We loved it and rested deeply.
In Kouchibouguac National Park we hiked 8 miles of remote shoreline on the Northumberland Strait to see seals; here are my photos.
Here are some nuggets from my private prayers that I’ve been outwardly working on lately:
To me plein air painting is about fusing all the sights and sounds and smells in an approximated image. I look at my painting from that day (done in pastel) and I smell again the pungent pine trees and the mud stirred up by many rubber boots…
Do you bow your head when you pray or do you look
up into that blue space?