
MSH
Clean up that dirty river. MHS. Make Shit Happen. That was the name of a group started by Shoemaker in the 1970’s to clean up the Platte River in Denver. MHS targeted industry that was dumping waste. And now, how…

Clean up that dirty river. MHS. Make Shit Happen. That was the name of a group started by Shoemaker in the 1970’s to clean up the Platte River in Denver. MHS targeted industry that was dumping waste. And now, how…

The Olympics are coming soon and I happened to be perusing an article on the skeleton. I had never heard of the sport. From what I understand, the participants ride these sleds down this ice track going up to 90…

The other night I was trying to find a certain show on TV (me? I never watch TV). But I ended up watching another show that I had heard about. It was very funny. But what I noticed was how…

I found this bookmark from the Wordery Bookstore with this great quote: You can’t buy happiness but you can buy books. Yeah!!! AND, I thought: You can’t buy happiness but you can buy art. Right? As an artist, I know that…

(trial hanging a few pieces of fabric) I’m getting near to the point I can put the pieces in place for this wall hanging I’ve been working on for so long. It’s got me all on edge. Partly because, even…

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…