Sending Pages Out to Dry

What we thought was a crabapple tree on the yard surrounding the J.W. Dobbs house turns out to be a hawthorn. These are delicious! I relea...

We pass a pair of juicy gardenias while walking to and fro on the morning walk. They've grown to crowd the small enclosure between an un...

Last week I took a much needed workshop in composing and simplifying plein air sketches taught by Marilyn Brandenburger at the Spruill Arts ...

One of the important promises I made to myself last year was that, if nothing else, I would say yes to art. What this meant was simple: say ...

And now there are lots of cops, most polite.   That’s not what I mean.   Most are like real people with families that I would know.   Th...

Tuscaloosa Sunday, May 30 continued We all in our various degrees leaned or ran or stretched a hapless arm toward the three women but on...

Quite a few months ago I received an email from a stranger in Berlin who said he admired my work. He (or maybe she) wanted to see some jpgs ...