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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...
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
On July, 1, 2015, an American dentist from Minnesota, Walter James Palmer, and local hunting guides ...