I come back to beauty and the work of an artist that resides on 5 beautiful acres in the Pacific Northwest. There are textures and surfaces that visually explode around me. Each day and each moment is different and new. I am refreshed by it. When tired, I take a few minutes and walk into the wild winter's waste.
The decay has such color and already pushing through is the spring's first words. Nature pokes through into this sunny winter day with young tulip leaves. The rhubarb is tattered but promising a dinner or two. The delphinium delights me as it gives and gives and each new young plant is last year's offspring. This ramshackle garden is a continual joy. Now back to work!
