I am an artist, writer and chronicler of small moments.  My work is created with love and infused with joy.  I'm so glad you are here!

Now Are the Rough Things Smooth


Now are the rough things smooth, and the smooth things stand in flickering slats, facing the slow tarnish of sun-fall.  Summer is over, or nearly.  And therefore the green is not green anymore but yellow, beige, russet, rust; all the darknesses are beginning to settle in.  And therefore why pray to permanence, why not pray to impermanence, to change, to - whatever comes next.

~Mary Oliver

Sharing Nurturing Thursday with Becca.

Squam:  Where Magic Happens

Squam: Where Magic Happens

The Thief of Joy