Pastels on display in Sue’s studio. Last week Sue, an artist in our community, texted to say she wouldn’t be coming to paint with us on Thursday. She had a project to finish. She was reclaiming her childhood bedroom as her studio. Many years ago she and her...
The most bold and brave painting I’ve done – yet! I left the gala at 9:45 completely comfortable in just my spaghetti strap cocktail dress. On Saturday everyone: artists, volunteers and the courageous festival goers who did come out mostly just coped with...
One of the nights during my Mount Whitney hike, as I was lying awake in the dark in my sleeping bag – not sleeping, certain thoughts came up – thoughts about my relationship with fear. We all have fears – they are part of being human. I’m not alone in that...
Frost on the meadow around Rock Spring Lake on Saturday morning. is a continuation of a post I wrote on Sunday, the day after returning from a six-day hike to the summit of Mount Whitney. Sunday’s post was the story. Here’s how I’m holding it all – what made it...
The view looking back as daylight was breaking on the morning we hiked to the top. morning I was looking out the kitchen window in my dear friend Steff’s house – gazing upon the mountains of the Eastern Sierra that are visible just west of where she lives in Big Pine,...
