Water. No ice. No snow. It’s before all that. It’s the blank canvas. I’m reading a book now on Christianity. I know – I’m surprised

I made a mistake when I was cutting out this horse shape yesterday. I proceeded to throw it away. In the night, it occurred to

Poor pup has to hang out on the bear. Nothing more to do when there’s art being created. Oh well. I can feel my energy

Four o’clock in the afternoon. This must be December. The light – there’s not much of it at this time of year. Thank goodness for

I straight out admit, I was not born for the digital age. I am not good at doing two things at once. When I travel,

Okay, so I’m having fun. When I use scissors to “draw”, I am guaranteed that it’s going to be way off. And that just seems

Not much happening here. The fun, it came. Now, quiet again. Friends, family, dogs, food, music, laughing. This group, each year slightly shifts. But it’s

I look across the lake this morning and see: No Mountains! I could be…in Saskatchewan. Or Siberia. I could be… Choices. Here’s one for you:

I’m in the midst of this process that looks like it’s going nowhere. No product yet. I’m doing experimenting or, perhaps, skill building. My plan

We got some snow yesterday. White on the trees and then… not. The relatively warm lake water causes melting along its borders, underlining the bright