Winter Into Spring
Well, we aren’t to April, the cruelest month—if you’ve read the poem by T. S. Eliot*—yet, but even late winter
Read moreWell, we aren’t to April, the cruelest month—if you’ve read the poem by T. S. Eliot*—yet, but even late winter
Read moreUsually at night this studio window is solid night. But I am enchanted as the falling snow slowly defines each
Read moreKelly pauses in the stark pastel light of a winter afternoon through the big north window in my studio, absolutely
Read moreFOR THIS LAST SUNDAY before the winter solstice and Christmas as I burn the midnight oil in my studio preparing
Read moreSUN SHADOW ICE & SNOW seasons along the panhandle trail Paintings, sketches and photographs Opening Friday August 28 5:00 p.m.
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