Sunday, September 28, 2008
Autumn has its own scents - the sweet over ripe smell of windfall apples, the dry musty scent of fallen leaves, and evening bonfires. Then there are the sounds - the clicking sound of grasshoppers as they fly, a scolding squirrel, the pop of acorns in the fire. And what of taste - the sweet, juicy pear, the spice of apple sauce cookies, the warmth of chili.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
In a pre-dawn sky, a dark moon rises over a jagged silhouette mountain range. Its lower rim edged in a golden glow. A companion in my travels, it peers coyly from behind mountain peaks and puffs of gray clouds in a pastel violet-blue sky. Near my journey's end, it fades lost in the light of the sunrise.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
The opening reception at the Eccles Community Art Center has come and gone, as have many of my mother, Arlene's dolls. Here are just a few more photos of her work. Again, please do not use these images without permission.