• Through the Eyes of an Artist

    I am convinced that artists see, smell, and feel things differently than non-artists. It’s not that others cannot see, feel, or hear the same, but their sensory muscles are not in shape. For instance, when I take a walk along the trail with a non-artist, they will talk about how beautiful things are in a very generic sense. They may make a comment along the way when a bird flies in front of them or will notice when it begins to rain while talking about their appointments and schedules. When I take a walk, I notice the feeling of the air. I see the shadows on the path and the mist on the…

  • The Goslings

    This week was an amazing time of biking and walking on the Tomifobia Nature Trail. Red wing blackbirds and yellow warblers flew and sang in tune with the hidden frogs, while the silent turtles bathed in the sun. They almost seemed to enjoy being flattered by my admiration of them, yet at any moment they’d plop themselves into the pond as if to say ‘good bye!’ The sunshine was warm and the smell of new life was in the air. I heard so many new sounds I have not yet identified. I feel like such a beginner, but maybe you can enjoy watching me grow in my wisdom of the wild as I…