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Driftwood

There’s so much metaphor and poetry in driftwood – something that fell or was torn down, gets tossed around in the sea, damaged and deformed, and then is dumped on an unexpected shore – and yet is absolutely beautiful. OriginalWorkPacificNorthwestPhotography

I Want

I want to be the person            who in bumper-to-bumper at 5:45            waves the other driver in. I want to be the writer            who makes you feel at home            in a fairy tale. I want to be the teacher            that helps you find yourself in the            sticky-glorious American past. I want to be the “Saint”            who…

Stripes

This is the third acrylic painting I’ve done with this striped technique – and I think it turns out kinda fun Original ArtOriginalWork

Details matter

In thinking about this phrase the other day- “They can’t see the forest for the trees”-it occurred to me that you can’t actually see the forest without seeing the trees. So yes, the big picture is important, but individual details and people are the key to understanding the whole. I think that’s why picking the…