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Can you make out the orange kite sail that is speeding this skater along? It is seriously cold out there. And windy. He needs to love what he’s doing. But just 10 minutes away, there is this huge pond skating…

I was trying to capture the crystalline formations on the surface of the newly formed ice in this photo. And then there is my dock rope. Not so natural, I would think. But then, I just was reading in D.…

(“I choose this chair – not that one you spilled dye on!”) I just got back from a trip to the city – always rejuvenating. Lots of talking, laughing, lots of people. So good. I always like to listen to…

Peaches is after something. Determined. “I’ll get it!” My dear friend, Robbie, sent me a beautiful book a while ago: Enduring Grace. It’s by Carol Lee Flinders, an author who was already known her as a “food warrior”, writing one…

Abhor. That was one of my father’s favorite words. He’d pronounce it with emphasis on many of those long horse back rides we did together. It was at those times that he would unload his negative thoughts. Of which there…

(“Bleah!”) Pouring rain? On ice? On snow? But enough about the weather. Nor being perfect, I mean. Who said it would be. Ever? I remember when I spent a week on this utterly gorgeous mountain top above the Sonoma Valley…

Dun-da-dunnnnnnnn. Footprints. A monster for sure! My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov…

(a log sitter) I was captured by this excerpt from Jenny Ofill’s novel, Department of Speculation. I can see her four year old little girl in front of me. And I love that child’s wisdom: Someone has given my daughter…

(“I’m waiting…”) Sometimes a couple of lines in a book will make me laugh outright: You agree it will do for meantime. The first thirty six year of meantime just flew by while you were meaning to find (… the…

If you entered the room I’m working in right now, you would go – what happened? It’s – well – not tidy. I’m what you might call “organizationally challenged”. But NOT in my art. I mean the art itself. This…