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We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...

A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did.
There are times when light and nature and the very air weaving through it take one's breath away. A waif of a girl, wending her way carefully through a meadow, searching . . . for what? It can only be magic, and the creator of all magic in woody houses are fairies.
Another friend told me "it looks magical." That is exactly what I felt when I saw and painted it, magic.
We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...
Perched at the most southern end of San Diego, with the view of the Silver Strand and Tijuana to the...
We met Cleopatra (Cleo) on a visit to the vet for the other cat that owns us, Nefertiti (Neffi.) Nef...
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...