Monthly Archives: November 2012

Attention to Detail

When an artist or writer sees what to paint on canvas or with words on paper, every attention has to be given to detail. It is the smallest detail that captures the viewers eye and imagination. Is this inherent in … Continue reading

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The Knit Picker

You always knew where she was going to sit. Her pew seemed to have her name permanently engraved on it. And we blessed the person who sat in front of her. I do not remember her name but I can … Continue reading

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Inside the Fish Bowl

Would this event in my adulthood be a traumatic memory for a child? Not if I had anything to do with it! We had friends who were going to be in Boston for one month. They asked me to sit … Continue reading

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I Missed the Competitive Gene

I was eleven years old the first time I remember the consequences of living in a competitive world. Our minister of music announced a choir competition which would include instrumental solos. I was asked to play a hymn by memory … Continue reading

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In Memory of An Unfinished Canvas

This canvas hangs unfinished…but not by choice. When I was very young, my parents let me take both art and piano lessons. I fell in love with both ways to express myself. I couldn’t wait until I opened the door … Continue reading

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Autumn Morning

Lake Sacajawea is an important place in our town. It is here families gather for picnics… joggers make the 3 and a half mile run around the waters…wedding parties pose for photographs…young children get to fish without a license…bands play … Continue reading

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