Tiny flowers on my inside window sill picked on my first post self-isolation walk.

Yesterday I touched the ground again after nearly two weeks of self-isolation in a second-story apartment building. The large, suburban park where we walked was nearly empty. It was, and...

We may not think about it often, especially in our individualistic and often self-centered society, but we are all connected. We all share a collective breath. We all feel the same constraints of earth's gravity. We all wake under the same marvelous, changing sky. And...

There is something about ashes and the remains of a fire in the woods that interests me. I am not exactly sure what it is, but the attraction is very strong. Perhaps it is the beautiful blackness. Maybe it is the evidence of drama. It is certainly mystery. In fact it i...

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One of my granddaughters during last year's holiday open studio.

I used to walk the beach often and look for sea glass. Somedays I would seem to find an incredible amount of green. Sometimes brown. Other days, the harder to find purple pieces just seemed to be everywher...

My 2020 calendar is almost here! Large 12" by 12" Wall Calendar with twelve, favorite nature mandalas. Pre-order by September 14 to receive a free, surprise, 5" by 5" miniature print with your order. Offer only for online orders. (Calendars will be mailed out the...

Solid Ground

There is one mile path in Southern Rhode Island where I love to walk as often as possible. At one point in the loop trail, I always become keenly aware of the ground below my feet. It is flat. It is compact. So incredibly solid! For that last part of the wa...

(Hidden somewhere in Rhode Island)

There are two art forms that have occupied my mind over the past few years . . . land art and nature mandalas.

Land art, the practice of juxtaposing or changing naturally existing elements in an interesting or unexpected way, invites th...

(paperwhite narcissus, white pine needles)

It seems appropriate that I drove back from a week in Pennsylvania, my father's funeral, and our last goodbye, on the longest night of the year. The winter solstice. The night that marks the turning from dark to light. 

It shoul...

Places. Places hold stories. I find it fascinating that we often do or say things, on a what appears to be a whim, but turn out to reveal incredibly . . .