Winter’s Hush

Winter Hush

When I started writing a blog, it was with trepidation.  That is probably true for most of us.  Over time, though, I have met all of you, and you have come to mean so much to me.  I want you to know that when I dance into my studio every day, you come with me.  We are in good company, too.  We have Barbra Streisand, in there, and U2 and Bach. 🙂

Yesterday I scrubbed out a garden painting that was resisting me, and decided to play with snow instead.  So this little painting was born.  I started out with very dark green, and purple, and blue.  Then the fun started, with splatters of white that I let drip down the canvas, right into the wet dark paint.  This morning I returned to paint in some limbs, and finally the wind chime.  This wind chime is one of my very favorite things in the world.  It is a big one, with deep chords.  It is murmuring to me right now, keeping me up to date on how things are going out there.

Thank you for coming to play with me!


Living the Dream

“I used to envy the father of our race, dwelling as he did in contact with the new-made fields and plants of Eden; but I do so no more, because I have discovered that I also live in ‘creation’s dawn.’ The morning stars still sing together, and the world, not yet half made, becomes more beautiful every day.”  -John Muir

a new-made field if I ever saw one

I just read an email from my brother, who lives in Washington.  He sent me a slideshow from a hunting trip he took with a group on horseback.  Pictures of grizzlies, elk, mountain peaks, pack mules… the images swam together in my head getting mixed up with images from books I’ve read about life in the wild west.  How cool is it that that life is still possible, and being lived by one’s own brother?!  Yet, I confess to a stab of jealousy… wildlife in the suburbs of Chicago just isn’t the same thing.

Then I came across the above quote and came to my senses.  Snow fell last night, leaving a magical carpet.  So, I grabbed my camera and ran outside…