My heart is heavy this morning, word from Hawaii is my beloved great Uncle Joe is dying. There are not enough tears. His Celebration ...& Of course, the sky responds with a glorious, comforting rainbow of colors.
"I think of my art as a process
of re-composition in which forgotten and unwanted objects
are orchestrated into a new synthesis—
one that will, I hope, provoke viewers."
of re-composition in which forgotten and unwanted objects
are orchestrated into a new synthesis—
one that will, I hope, provoke viewers."
~ Launa Romoff
Every morning, while waiting for the sun to rise, I look down from my ridge to the cove below. Often from my perch, I watch this farm and these cows. I dream, imagine. Plan. Pray. Looking at them gives me such peace.
I thought it would be nice to ride down the 1/2 mile to the bottom of my road and catch the sun coming up over the farm. As usually happens, the shot turned out better than I imagined...

















































