Snap Me, Snap You

My grandson Zavie, not yet two, thinks he is snapping a picture of me with his mother’s phone as I snap a photo of him. Dear sister is lost on crystal beads.


The air smells like rain. Thunder rumbles, a distant roll through dark clouds. Showers ride west winds, pelt seedlings with angry drops as it pours. Sunflowers sway on strong stems and absolutely love it.

PHOTO: coloring on the porch, unfinished drawing.

De Rose

De Rose, 5×7 inches, Faber-Castell Polychromos (wax-free colored pencils) on hot pressed cotton.

Thanks for viewing my art!