Tuesday, January 9, 2018. For so long a time I felt your care. For so long enough to be with me. You are gone and I go where? In lockstep, a bonded pair. In your heart my place to be. For so long a time I felt your care. Kept close at bay the walls of fear. Kept close the love of you for me. You are gone and I go where? Once home was just one thought near. Once alone a place I could not see. For so long a time I felt your care.

Monday, January 11, 2010. The only words in me, the only sights my eyes can comprehend have no joy in them, no color to brighten the mind. Only this silence of gray shadows, this chill on the soul, a harrying wind of biting grief to endure. Only not this night, during this season of winter harsher than snows, for I can just cry, so cold, so lost for you. I can only cry for my love, my dear. Tuesday, January 5, 2010. A tri-color english hound, available.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013. Like art, riding requires one to take risks. It is time for me to switch to quieter horses, while continuing to risk all at the easel. Monday, February 6, 2012. Tuesday, March 8, 2011.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013. This weekend Annie, Jane and I met to consider how others respond to what we do and to us, and how can we catch the attention of others and bring them to us. Defining what I do, how I do it, why I do it. refining how I say it, whom I am saying it to, and where to go with the information. As I worked to communicate my intention, style, aesthetic in words.