Pondering While Wandering….a Blog 🎨🤔
Painting the Wind
Does the wind call to you? Do you feel freedom in the breeze that sings through the forest as it makes leaves dance and birch trees sway; 🌬️🌳 As it...
Painting the Wind
Does the wind call to you? Do you feel freedom in the breeze that sings through the forest as it makes leaves dance and birch trees sway; 🌬️🌳 As it...
Painting a Story
There’s nothing like the wondrous, unexpected sighting of a quiet creature—a glimpse of an elusive fox, a flash of a squirrel, the steady presence of an owl. That moment...
Painting a Story
There’s nothing like the wondrous, unexpected sighting of a quiet creature—a glimpse of an elusive fox, a flash of a squirrel, the steady presence of an owl. That moment...
Painting the Woodland 🌲🦉🦇🐻🪿🦌🐦⬛🐿️🦫🦨🐀🦃🪶🦔🦫🐿️
My inspiration for creating art has always been intertwined with my love for the natural world - a reflection of the awe and respect I feel for the landscape...
Painting the Woodland 🌲🦉🦇🐻🪿🦌🐦⬛🐿️🦫🦨🐀🦃🪶🦔🦫🐿️
My inspiration for creating art has always been intertwined with my love for the natural world - a reflection of the awe and respect I feel for the landscape...
Painting the Garden🪴🖌️
🌱Every year I plant nasturtiums in the garden, as they are said to attract beneficial insects to help the garden thrive. I also plant them, perhaps more so, because...
Painting the Garden🪴🖌️
🌱Every year I plant nasturtiums in the garden, as they are said to attract beneficial insects to help the garden thrive. I also plant them, perhaps more so, because...
Painting Memories
When I was in Scotland two years ago, we took a boat to the Isle of Kerrera , which has more sheep than people (my kind of place!). I have...
Painting Memories
When I was in Scotland two years ago, we took a boat to the Isle of Kerrera , which has more sheep than people (my kind of place!). I have...
Whoo’s Here? 🦉
In my corner of Vermont, the snow is silently piling up- currently 3+ feet in my yard. In the quiet of this winter landscape, I hear owls calling, often...
Whoo’s Here? 🦉
In my corner of Vermont, the snow is silently piling up- currently 3+ feet in my yard. In the quiet of this winter landscape, I hear owls calling, often...