#AdventWord #Proclaim

It grows. It produces fruit. So it must be alive. But it’s not a plant and it’s not an animal. Yet it is one of the most important “creatures” of creation. Merlin Sheldrake has written a book about fungi called “Entangled Life.” The subtitle of his book is telling: “How Fungi Make Our Worlds, Change Our Minds & Shape Our Futures.” I just ordered the book. It’s the third book I’ve ordered today, even though I already have dozens lying about the house that I haven’t read yet. But that’s another issue. Today I offer you this fungus as evidence…

#AdventWord #Salvation

Mostly, my photographs are organized by year first, then location, then date. It works pretty well. But I have a couple of folders for special purposes, and this is the title photo for the “What’s Saving Her Life Right Now” folder. I don’t know why the sky is what saves my life, but all of the photos in the “What’s Saving Her Life Right Now” folder are sky photos. Many of them are gorgeously colorful sunsets or sunrises, of course. But some of my faves, like this one that inspired the folder, feature a more subtle pallet: shades of blue,…

It’s good to be invited!

For the first time, a gallery to which I have submitted applications to shows a number of times, and have been invited into those shows with one artwork several times, recently included me among a total of 15 artists to be in a special multi-work “Artist Invitational 2024.” That’s gratifying. The invitation came from the Dragonfly & Hummingbird Art Gallery, an online venue based in Los Angeles, CA. Each of the 15 artists was invited to submit five works, from which a minimum of three would be selected for the show. I’m pleased to report that all five of mine…

#AdventWord #Righteousness

Back in the late 80s, a restaurant near the campus of the University of Pennsylvania featured a fountain in the middle of the dining room. I wrote–in longhand–most of my Master’s thesis there. I’d wait until the lunch rush was over, then get a table near the fountain, order black coffee and maybe a snack to justify my presence, then sit and write–for hours, until the dinner rush began. I’m still grateful that I was never made to feel like a nuisance. The wait staff cheerfully refilled my cup and management left me alone. The sound of tumbling water was…