What else could my art look like? One thought I had was : a pixellated computer drawing. Sort of. All those bits. But then last

THUNK! I hear this dull thud as a branch falls on my roof. It’s windy out and the woods are pruning themselves of debris –

I read in the newspaper today that the cherry blossoms are due to bloom, no peak(!), in 11 days in DC this year. That’s DC.

Today is one of those days where – if someone asked about the weather – you’d say “nasty” (that’s “nee-asty”). I ask myself: “Why is

What we have here is a study in black and white (mostly). Look closely. Can you see the pooch? He’s in the garden. There’s still

You have to admit, this looks a little sad. Daffodils that I bought have wilted. Daffodils in the ground are – well, where is the

Looking out my window, what can I see? Nothing. I wanted to shoot a photo of the fog, but the camera WILL NOT shoot. It

I wish I could claim to be a tidy person. Clean, yes. Tidy, not so much. I call myself “organizationally challenged”. When I’m in the

My mind is not as peaceful as a nun’s might be (as in NYT story to follow). I admit that straight up. The evidence (as

Here’s the path up this steep hill (snow always looks flat) of my driveway. It’s been warm so it got icy underfoot and I put