I bought an easel, three canvas panels, paint brushes and a set of acrylic paints. It’s my first foray into painting, but I have dived head first into this new art form the way a cartoon character may jump into a cup of water, disappearing completely. My first painting is a copy of… [Read More]
I paused near a mountain-top stream to get my bearings. Frankly, I was lost. A velvet layer of bright green moss coated the smoky stone and ridges; the stream foamed white against each collection of pebbles; swift but peaceful. The rhythm had a calming effect as I checked out my map. I should be three… [Read More]
In this make believe world of our own making, this love we share is warm and innocent, wide-eyed and whimsical, impervious to the trials and tribulations life can so often toss in the way of new love. My need to protect this love is how I imagine a parent must feel when holding their newborn in their arms for the very first time. That same awe-inspiring adoration, that same unwavering and unyielding love and that same inherent desire to keep something so pure and so beautiful safe and protected.