Towards the end of last year, as I sat to write, I was coming up empty. Looking around inside for what to say there were neither words nor the energy to dig deeper. 2017 was a big year – the summer was a sprint from a family Europe trip to remodeling our kitchen and... 
This one snuck up on me. I took photos of these roses at the Russian River Rose Company in Healdsburg, CA years before. The ambush happened during a Thursday evening group. I was looking through my photo library for images of softly colored roses to help a student,... 
Shop Archival Prints Wait… there are still plums on the tree… and it’s September! Returning home from a hike up the hill with the dog in our neighborhood in Fairfax, I was taken aback by the sight. Normally the plums are gone by at latest mid-August.... 
This painting came from the unexpected. While hanging an art show at a community clubhouse, I stumbled upon a lily pond in full bloom—an unplanned gift. As I painted, my brush reached for surprising colors: purples and oranges shimmering in the out-of-focus lily pads.... 
shop archival prints These were little tiny roses – maybe three inches across. Yet they were more than enough for a full sheet of watercolor paper. I came upon them in the Boboli gardens, on a steep hillside across the Arno from Florence. I was there with my... 