Packing Parade Punch
Last night was Healdsburg’s 63rd annual Twilight Parade. It is a small town tradition that has stayed close to its roots even as the town has changed around it. The parade is the kick off to the Future Farmers Country
Finding Enchantment & Foxes in the Thin Places
This week at The Bishop’s Ranch, where nature and human industry embrace, a wonderful discovery was made, a family of foxes. For those of you who have never visited the Ranch it is surrounded on three and a half sides
Prepping, “Gods Work”?…well maybe…
I know, I know, a lofty thought, but I was grousing about my whole week being about prepping and teaching art with no space for making art and the chaplain here at The Bishop’s Ranch, Pat Moore, said its “God’s
A Life Measured in Heartbeats
Well here it is May and I’m posting my April Painting, a wee bit behind the curve, but that’s how life goes sometimes. This April sprinted across my course like a startled lizard on the garden path, a flitting bluebird
You Are My Cup Of Tea
I know it’s a rare thing when I don’t have much to say but this week I’m going to say it with pictures. I spent the week with 51 quilters here at The Bishop’s Ranch. The room was abuzz with
In Pursuit of Still Life
I love doing still life paintings and drawings. Just the name itself denotes a quiet, reflective, tranquil pursuit. Still Life. Perhaps it’s because my life doesn’t seem to have enough still spaces that I am so drawn to the subject
Singing Us Home
I bought tulip bulbs a little late, lured by the bright colored box on a dreary, rainy day wandering through the hardware store. I planted them with hope in my heart that they would be as bright and cheery as
Stepping Stones: following an unexplored path
This week I finished this processional banner commission that I have been working on for weeks, with a few pauses for sewing machine repairs. I am content with the results and pleased I took up the challenge (although I woefully
This Is It
March has been a stormy month here at The Bishop’s Ranch. We are all grateful for the rains but wishing for a spot of sun all the same. The trees I painted in this painting are already trading their frilly
Charting Changes: what you can learn about life from your rain gauge.
Last month I marked the essence of February with a painting of the yellow mustard in the vineyards. I always think of February as yellow. Now it’s March and March leads with pink. The pink of the flowering tree blossoms