Last night was one of those nights when everything was going fine until… In this case, it was until we were discussing the menu for tonight while driving home from…
One of the joys of being a traveling artist is sharing the trip with friends like you. It’s such a thrill to let you see what I see through my…
This week I feel sort of like Dorothy after returning to Kansas from Oz. It’s great to be home with family, friends and pets, sleeping in my own bed, but…
Thanks for keeping me company on my Winter in Provence. When I rise Monday morning in Akron, I hope there’s nothing to report like getting to the train station in…
The balance of my hours in Provence were happily spent doing what I came to do. In the morning I made a pilgrimage to Thoronet, a Cistercian abbey built at…
I’m up early today with ringing bells and cooing pigeons, comme d’habitude. Tomorrow morning at this time I’ll be von Trapping it to Aix to snag the wonder-train back to Paris.…
Traveling alone in a foreign country has given me inordinate amounts of time to reflect and reevaluate: maybe too much. Although the plan was to paint this little town, today…
I’m getting used to toting the portable heater from the bathroom to my bedroom. I even found it comme d’habitude to put on four layers of shirts and sweaters this morning.…
Having just written a somewhat lofty for Patois entry, here’s a little tid-bit about another turn in the road which didn’t fit into the earlier rendition. Pushing 12:30 today, I…
As kids we were taught that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. But life’s never a straight line and neither is an adventure. But dangerous things,…
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