Wood of art

Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, June 2009.  Weathered and tumbled and aged like fine wine, driftwood always intrigues me.  It's a mystery with stories to tell, and I want to know them all. Beautiful in my eyes, this piece begged to be...

Kitty faces

Pansies always make me think of my grandmother–a master Bridge player, cook, knitter, imagination weaver…and gardener.  The living gateway to her garden was a row of mature boxwoods, edged to the right and left with azaleas and hydrangeas, and the...

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