hope comes riding on wings of despair
offerings for the ancestors
Body back in my own studio; mind and spirit still full of lake and woods.
The date is upside-down but the picture is upside-right.
Patio party prayer to Saint Joseph the buried hostage. May the house find a buyer soon so they can set the fellow free!
I came down with a summer cold and am feeling rather sorry for myself.
still life with, umm, parasol and….swiss cheese?
bearing witness to grief: gnarled harvest of a hard summer