Today I have a guest blogger, Neville of Mukilteo. I hope you enjoy. These are confusing times. I asked my pet, theTravelsketcher, to sketch me in front of my fireplace, which I am currently missing. I tried sketching myself but without thumbs to hold the pen it just seemed more fun to play with the…
Oregon to Seattle to France
In 1987, after 36 years in Oregon, I moved to the Green Lake area of Seattle for a new job. Everything I owned in the world was crammed into my company car, an Oldsmobile Cutlass. My new home was a small, but so wonderful, one-bedroom basement apartment on 68th St., just a few blocks from…
Dad, Tricia’s retirement, moving to France – 2022
For many years I have followed Jimmy Buffett’s musical advice regarding New Years resolutions, “Yes, I’ll make a resolution/ That I’ll never make another one…” Yet that does not prevent a bit of reflecting on the past and glancing down the road ahead. As 2022 begins I am reminded that with the passing of my…
Traveling From Acrylic to iPad
Tricia (Travels Through My Lens) and I were on Orcas Island in the San Juan Islands early in our marriage. It was there that I did my first real sketch. Prior to Tricia’s encouragement most all of the input from others as well as my own insecurities convinced me that I was “not artistic,” a…
What to leave out – art, packing, and moving to France
“It is difficult to stop in time because one gets carried away. But I have that strength; it is the only strength I have.” Claude Monet Monet was talking about when a painting is finished – many good pieces of art have been turned into a not-so-good piece of art because knowing when to stop…
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