All that glitters is not gold. Those who love have all the riches. Walking under the willow trees today, I imagined how amazing it would be to capture their beauty in stained glass. Willows set in jewel tones, art-deco style, cascading from the ceiling. Perhaps a ruby hummingbird or an emerald dragonfly also reveals itself within the scene upon closer…Read more Gilded Willow
Month: April 2017
Psssst. I'd like to make a confession. If I had to say it out loud I would only whisper it because it would sound very strange. I identify with mythical creatures. Now your eyebrows are probably raised, wondering what kind of weirdo you have come upon. No, I don’t actually believe in elves, fairies and unicorns (um, not anymore,…Read more Hidden Worlds
A Snow of Petals
A snow of petals in the wind, Is the ice cream of frigid flurries, Melting, unfurling, swirling, In a sweet, slow grace. Textures, gestures Linger, So closely held, Cherished As they disappear.