Saturday, March 30, 2024

Shell Game

Mixing neutral colors was an interesting exercise, as well as discovering the different hues of the shell.

Wednesday, March 27, 2024

Monday, March 25, 2024

Be a Berry

This project is a work in progress. The basic idea is a color study of - whatever.

Sunday, March 24, 2024

Take a peep

This will be a series. I have been stuck - both with the camera and the paint brush. I found inspiration from @gardenercook on Instagram (Lorene Edwards Forkner) and I have so many ideas for this color study method.


Tuesday, March 19, 2024


Spring snuck up on me this year. My thoughts have been elsewhere. But here we are at the vernal equinox. The temps are near freezing this morning but due to recent warm days, everything is beginning to bloom. 

I read this morning that Frans Lanting passed away a few days ago. He was an amazing photographer. I first saw his work at the LOOK3 photography festival several years ago.


Monday, March 18, 2024


I can't tell you how many different biscuit recipes I have tried over the years. None were light, flaky, tasty. So many recipes. So many failures. Well, I believe I have achieved a biscuit worthy of the name.  March 18, 2024 - a day to remember.

Disclaimer: I found this recipe on YouTube 

The recipe:

2 cups sifted self rising flour
1.5 cups heavy cream
Work dough, folding several times
Press to .5 thickness 
Cut Biscuits 
Put in pan, sides touching
Brush tops with beaten egg
Bake 450 for 15 minutes 
Brush tops with melted butter

Monday, March 11, 2024

A New Week

A new week has begun and I'm hoping my emotions will be on a more even keel. It has been very hard to accept that Angie is gone. So hard. The slightest thing can have me in tears. 

This photo is from 2002, one of the windows on the Ponce Inlet lighthouse in Florida. I believe this was taken with my Sony F707.


Saturday, March 02, 2024


 The porch lights will come on at dusk,

And they'll go off four hours later.

Like clockwork.

I'll manage to fall asleep

And dream strange dreams.

I'll wake before dawn,

like clockwork.

The day will pass,


Each hour like clockwork.

Distractions, so welcome,

Move me forward. 

And yet, time has stood still since you left.

The sun and the moon continue their dance

Across the sky. 

The stars shine and the waves crash, 

Like clockwork.