|Heaven And Nature Sing Deer|
Our trip to Lake Placid a couple of months ago is still reflected in my heart.
The mountains with trees dressed for Fall will always linger, never far.
Lake Placid has been a part of my soul.
I always thought that I would go back there and live....
funny how life has other plans.
It is now my place to rest and rejuvenate my creativity.
|Black Angel Ornie|
In my reflection of my time at the School of Art those years ago,
my Primitive Journey has been reflected as well.
I am loving the wee folk that are coming about now.
|Little Snow Angel|
The humble and rustic look of Osnaburg.
The leathery look of waxing and the primitive style that captured my heart.
I am stepping back with fresh eyes and workmanship that has been gathered with time and making.
My hair has gray in it.
My fingers are starting to look like my Gram's;
a bit arthritic as they hold a needle and stitch the days away...
and my eyes see children grown
One is on the way.