Sunday, November 25, 2018


Yesterday morning, we woke to snow on our lawn.  It was a fine, wet snow that stayed much of the morning.
Later, the clouds moved on and the sun shined.  The snow retreated to the shadows.

Saturday, November 10, 2018


 The Crabapples are numerous this fall. I expect that we will be visited by Cedar Waxwing and other birds that will harvest the colorful crabapples. 

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Rainy Morning Moment

While driving to work this morning in the rain, the clouds broke over the mountain.  Sunlight streamed through, I was in a pool of light.  Just ahead of me a rainbow, of bright color arched into a grove of golden cottonwoods.  This morning I did see gold at the end of the rainbow.

Friday, October 5, 2018


At work we participated in the creation of a temporary art installment based on the migration of the monarch butterfly.

Thursday, September 20, 2018

Historical Photograph

Ogden Canyon in 1924. Only partially paved.
-J. Willard Marriott digital library

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Thursday, August 23, 2018


Yesterday,  we finally had a little rain.  It was heavy at times and came down off and on for a three hour period.  This morning the Smokey the Bear sign says that fire danger is very high.  This sign since mid-July has been telling us that the fire danger is extreme.

Last night, we had a hail storm.  Pea size hail.

This morning, I was excited to see fog hanging in the mountain valleys.

The rain water refreshed the colors.  Autumn tints are already showing on the mountains.  Last night, autumn color was added to our walk with leaves that the hail had helped to fall.  Looking up I notice that the acorns are starting to ripen to brown.

Sunday, July 22, 2018

Roadside Sunflowers

Friday, I saw this year's first roadside sunflowers in bloom.  My sister felt that these were the first herald for back to school.

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Another Plein Air Watercolor

Last night I sat outside, trying to capture the gray cliffs above my home.  I think that I went too dark, but by the time I was finished it was getting dark.

May be I should just crop it?

Monday, June 18, 2018

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Summer Rain

An evening summer rain. Large, quick drops, splash through leaves and drum on the roof. The scent of heat and earth.  A rain dance.  As a child I loved to dance in a warm summer rain, as I got older I shared this joy with my niece.
The growl of thunder.

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Mini Fiber Art Designs

 After obtaining inspiration from an article in the magazine "Daphe's Diary"; I created the following small woven fiber designs.  My friend Kathy had given me these small canvases last summer.  The are an inch and a half square.  I designed the sunflower first, then the poppy.  As the poppy need something more, I added a sink art lady bug.

Sunday, May 6, 2018

Memories from a Creative Writing Class

While cleaning, I came across a tattered pink pocket folder filled with assignments written by my teenage self.  The assigments are from a high school Creative Writing class with Mrs. Phyllis Gillin (a tough but fair instructor).
The assignment is a story, "Jenny's Whistle".  The story of a young four year old spending the day with her grandfather in her grandmother's garden.  The grandfather whittles the young child a willow whistle.  I recall my teenage self asking my grandfather to take me through the steps for making a willow whistle.
My story reminds me of the taste of the whistle.   " The wood felt smooth in her hand....   Grandpa tapped the willow whistle surface with the handle of his pocket knife... Grandpa  slipped the bark handing the round inch long bark to the child/ teenager.   ...the underlieing wood was a blondish green.  Grandpa cut a V-shaped chip.   Then took the bark ring back from the child/ teenager and slipped it back on over the wood whistle.   She put the smooth whistle in her mouth, it had a spicy, green taste that matched its spicy green scent."
In the margin Mrs. Gillins has written the note "great".  My adult self is pleased with this notation as I am sure my teenage self was.
At the end,  Mrs.  Gillins writes "This is the best writing you've done. Your grandparents are a rich source for your essay, too."  I don't recall if I used my grandparent as a source for my essay, but they were a strong influence on my childhood.  They were my and my bother' s and sister's caregivers while we were growing up.
In the story the child " kisses his clean shaven face, that smelled of his signature aftershave."   My teenage self describes "Grandpa was sitting on the front steps dressed in his gray work clothes.  His funny, old gray hat covers his shiny white hair, and his worn wooden cane lays close by his right hand.  In all her four years of life, Jenny had never seen him walk without it."
Later "Grandpa slowly gets off the steps and offers his hand to Jenny.  She puts her hand into his large gnarled one, which completely covers her small one.  She slows her pace to his."
My present self through these written descriptions is reminded of his love, making a me a little sad, but joyful that I was loved by him.

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Watercolor Leaf Buds

The leaf buds are getting ready to burst open.  Inspiration for a small watercolor painting.