It's Autumn all over again in one month! The leaves are turning! The temperatures have dropped today, and leaves on those threes that change color are transitioning from lush green to hues of red and yellow, and a smattering of orange. On a recent walk, we spied a...
Let me honest . . . Sometimes the paint just won’t go where I want it to go; I have had a couple disasters, recently. This is where using smaller canvases can moderate disappointment of seeing an inspiration go kaput. Plus, on a smaller canvas, the Gesso is easier...
Another Labor Day The holidays of 2023 have ticked by quickly and here we are at Labor Day. I am grateful for escaping vertigo for the days have sped by. When I survey all I hoped to accomplish as 2023 . . . well, . . . I haven’t quite finished the list I never...
Creative Output So Far Assessing this spring’s output compared to my [creative] output this time three years ago, I am lagging. Maybe because this spring I have a wee bit more of a life — Two and half years of uncertain times seem to be in the rear view...
Saying what I mean is harder when I can’t find the words to use. So, I remember what our kids told their kids. Use your words, was what my kids often said to their little ones who were struggling with their skinned knees or other frustrations. Good advice for this...
Snow?! It could have been snow, I said to Doug as the fourth day of rain began. The vestiges of hurricane Ian met some wind and formed what some forecasters called a Nor’ Easter. So far, we've had four + inches of rain; that would would have been a bunch of snow — ...
A remembrance, a memoir and a collection of eulogies have kept me company on the porch while I paint, reminding me to stay teachable. A Remembrance In a remembrance, David Brooks wrote on Frederick Buechner’s life: Buechner’s books tell stories, let you experience...
Two editorial headlines this morning captured why I often feel so wobbly nowadays: Homeless Encampments No Longer Tolerated and A Wonder to Behold. It’s ironic, isn’t it — what we can do with such precision in space; yet what we have failed to do time and again on...
I Have that degree Somewhere For somebody with a college degree, I am one who understands very few of any of the devices upon which I rely.* That’s why The Way Things Work by David Macaulay — among many of his illustrated books —was such a practical tutorial for...
Cogitating on things this glorious morning in June, enjoying perhaps the last drier day for a spell, I am soaking up other people’s wisdom. For example, I didn’t know if President Lincoln actually declared what I am feeling: “I have been driven many times upon my...
I don’t know if I ever did the math to figure I’d be alive in 2022 . . . but here I am. What did I ever learn that prepared me for staying alive in 2022? Understanding What My Father Used to Say Well . . . I remember my father telling me the shortest distance...
I am repeating a post that Doug wrote about hope many years ago after his brother-in-law, Dick McGrew's death. It bears repeating in these uncertain times. The Excitement on the Landing … The home where I grew up had a second-floor landing which ran between my older...
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