How poignant.
My last entry was one year ago this month!

My husband and I have been "gifted" a sabbatical of sorts, with the outcome being one of many blessings.

Now we are rebuilding our lives, rebuilding the focus of my work, and reconnecting to the world.

After all of this change, I am finding my groove, with fresh excitement. I. Am. Slowly. Moving. Doing. Creating.
I am totally immersed in heavenly artfulness. I am blessed.

Living life fully,



Will you be found in 200 years?

In the near future - in four more days precisely - a historical record has the potential of being broken.  And many stories will be told about that record in particular - for generations. Guaranteed.


Will it stop you in your tracks?

It's just part of the every day Minnesota winter - which translates into six whole months out of the year. Snow. Really?

My plans were for a complete weekend of creative inventiveness and freedom in my studio while my husband was out of town.
These intentions were somewhat dismantled by an unexpected


Days like this?

Want a glimpse of what I have been doing lately?
Ahhh...That would be an image of my brain wrestling with the laptop...reflecting, contemplating, planning, all that 'business' stuff.

I needed a break from all of that,


What will you capture today?

The power of emotion. As visible as the kinship between a clydesdale and a puppy dog.
Evoking smiles, sighs, excitement, happy tears, memories.
Our little Nellie....
filled with unconditional love...
and a part of many,
many wonderful memories!
As I reflect on the annual social sporting (and commercial) event of the "Super Bowl", I realize the power of emotion is present in everything. What car we drive. What clothes we wear. What house we choose. What music we listen to. What pets we keep or do not keep. Yes the list is endless.
All of these elements create memories. Feelings. Emotions.
This gathering of emotions is unique to each individual.
What emotions do you hope to capture today?


Is yours a shoe box?

They start out as shoe boxes hidden under our beds. Holding small trinkets and earthly finds or shared treasures given to us by those close.
As we get older, the items in the box, and the box itself, evolves. Maybe a special corner tucked away in a dresser drawer under a sweater, or an heirloom itself; a hand held keepsake. Passed down through generations, the sentiments felt about those pieces never fades.
What does your keepsake box look like?


Is it a Sycamore? Or Eucalyptus?

The bitter north winds of the mid-west awaken the senses in ways unexplainable to those in other parts of the country. They also heighten our longing for warmth in the thick of winter.
Myself included.
In a far away land, in celebration of a new year, the sun's rays energize those in need of rejuvenation. 
Myself included.
Navigating through San Francisco with my car windows closed,