There is something about the rebirth of Spring that gets me to thinking that there is a season for everything… even mourning the death of a loved one.
Yesterday was the first day of Spring — Today is World Poetry Day.
Stars dot a clear sky, Cold and quiet…
How difficult is it to distinguish who you are in private from who you are in the world? When your identity has been cast with the label of a business or company name…
Two of my favorite abstract paintings have been purchased by a longtime Houston collector for his new home and I couldn’t be happier.
What got me to thinking about the sublime Vincent van Gogh was, of all things, a meme that my great-niece shared with me of POKÉMAN.