Category Archives: Telling a Story

Still He Studies

I recently traveled to Omaha with college friends to hear another friend’s concert. Catching up in person with my friends after fifty years was a profound experience. As the weekend and our stories unfolded it became clear that many of … Continue reading

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Happy Birthday Lisa!

I visited my youngest sister, Lisa, last July in Portland. She lives in a lovely home near the downtown area. Our parents were avid collectors of Mexican folk art, and our childhood home was filled with beautiful pieces from that … Continue reading

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Fletcher Cove on an August Morning

This morning, the San Diego Urban Sketchers met at Fletcher Cove in Solana Beach. The cove is a narrow stretch of beach that opens from a space between steep hillsides. We painted from a lookout point that looked down on … Continue reading

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Morning in Old Town, San Diego

It was an unseasonably pleasant July morning in San Diego, and even the shadows seemed to bounce with joy. I sketched quickly, beginning with the light on the adobe walls, roof, and foreground, pausing only to add in a skipping … Continue reading

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Reading the Afternoon Away

We are at Ocean City State Park, a campground along Washington’s Coast. A dense forest opens onto a long sandy beach, and we enjoyed exploring the calm beauty of both settings. This sketch is from later in the day when … Continue reading

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Dirt Movers

Dirt Movers: The littlest cousins love using their trucks to move dirt, pinecones, and rocks around the camp. I wanted to capture their focus and delight as they played together.

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Home

When I saw the full moon lighting up my brother’s Colorado home, it seemed to say, ‘Home.’

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