I am no connoisseur of art.
My own attempt at drawing looks like the work of an elementary child. An early elementary child. Except no one hangs my pictures up to display. 331 more words
8 months ago
We never cease to feel that we have been given a gift by my mother now two years dead. Even today as I silently fret about the too hot hot weather when my friends and family are shivering at -17 and worse in Toronto. 1,100 more words
9 months, 3 weeks ago
Do I Have A Blog?
I didn’t quite grow up under a rock (I grew up on a rock, well…a small island in the back of beyond..close enough) but I knew who Monet was. 345 more words
11 months, 1 week ago