Return from the Wilderness

Nature does not like to be observed, and likes that we should be her fools and playmates. We may have the sphere for our cricketball, but not a berry for our philosophy. Direct strokes she never gave us power to make; all our blows glance, all our hits are accidents.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Experience”

I send out greetings from Albuquerque this morning, and am on the journey home after spending a couple of delicious weeks traveling throughout the West. For days, my senses have been overpowered by the majesty of our natural world, and I wonder how long it will be before I can sort all of this out and resume blogging. I have filled my journal to overflowing and attempted over twenty watercolors since I have been out. Once I am back home I will begin unpacking, unraveling, unscrambling and hopefully re-assembling some projects worth sharing on this platform. Meanwhile, I’m posting a few random pictures of what I encountered.

Thanks for reading.

I make art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog, reminding msyself I am not alone.