In the barn at the farm where I’m retreating. Shapes and corners.
Writing
Embarrassing adventures in the queue
See how everyone is smiling?I have never been afraid to admit eavesdropping/talk to strangers/introduce myself to someone I know I have seen…but has no clue who I am. I LOVE standing in a queue. You never know who you will meet. Today was no exception. Waiting for fish at The Whole Foods, I saw someone…
Outside my window
When I was a little girl, I had a tree I called “my secret hiding place.” As a teen, I used to climb into the cherry blossom tree and write in my journal. Now I have this! What is outside your window, waiting to inspire you?
The painting that started it all!
The first time I saw this painting, I could barely breathe. That girl. Her face. Why did he paint her that way? This is why I write. What do you see?