“The thing about creativity is that people are going to laugh at it.  Get over it.”                                                                                […]

Muffins are the substance of life. Round and wrapped fresh out of the oven, hot, moist, burn your tongue kind of sweetness, full of chocolate chips melted into a moist cake like surrounding, and a crusty top I eat first. Shards of sugar adorn the top giving an extra boost of sweetness. The homemade fragrance […]

A bright red overcoat with a ruffled petticoat for the stem obviously means this toadstool is a powerful woman with ladylike class. She confidently stands out among the stretching green grass and scattered brown leaves. She is delicate in her detailed and dainty stock that so strongly supports a balloon of protection for all who […]

Dear Forest,I saw you greet the morning sun as she wrapped you in her warm embrace.I heard your whispers with the breeze. Secrets held in confidence.I watched you dance with the wind to music never composed.I inhaled your essence soft and ever changing.I admired your reflection echo within tranquil waters.I felt the silence of darkness […]

I like to write with pencil. Just like pens there are different pencils for different jobs. Wood cased (the kind that require a sharpener), Midori, Mitsubushi. As well as my trusty Pentel Twist Erase lll. (Current favorite lead is a smooth, dark 2B made by Fabre Castell.) Pencils don’t “hitch” like a pen will. My […]

Oh my goodness, what a majestic and noisy creature! Your sleek, blue-black, shiny feathers remind me of a photo I once saw of Elvis Presley’s slicked back hair. I see by your shifty eyes and quick movements you are an adventurer, explorer and seeker of treasures. Surely if you could talk, you would brag like […]

I love that trees are so quiet and yet they do so much. Simply enjoy a walk in the woods to witness this. There are far too many trees around us to count yet they each join as we wander through their space. Every tree accepts you as you are. We all could do well […]

I see her. The old woman. She is sitting on a park bench. The same park bench every day surrounded by birds and squirrels. Each time I come to the park she is here. The old woman is known to all who come to enjoy the park. Every day without fail. Sitting in heavy rain, […]