Tupac Shakur

What a sad life. Whenever I read a story like this one, I always wonder what it's all worth. What was his life all about? To sell 75 million albums and die of gunshot wounds at the age of 25?

Such a loss it seems...

front view... in the summer :o)

This is what I see, on a lazy summer afternoon, sitting in the Adirondak chair on our front porch, sipping a cold glass of iced tea... or maybe a glass of wine. :o) Not a whole lot of ocean, but certainly a whole lot of nature. Mmmmm... I can almost smell the lilacs. 

rebel bird

A little guy I created for my brother's birthday.... It still makes me smile.

onion

I did this one a while ago, an onion from our garden. Some of you may have seen it already.

It's still one of my favorites...

frozen soldiers...

... a sad reality.

soft gels!

This doesn't do justice to these cute little vitamin E caplets. The reflected light in these yellow soft gels is so beautiful. But maybe I see beauty in them because they bring back pleasant memories. Like being in the 3rd grade and lining up outside the classroom at the water fountain for our daily dose of see through vitamins with the magical light inside. :o)

Anais Nin

tiny tarts...

The past few days have been busy... painted this night before last & scanned last night. Walnuts are hard to paint. Lots of cracks & crevices. Kinda like life...

little bird...

No painting last night, so once again, I'm going into the "when i have nothing to post" file. :o) This was done a few months ago, when the grass was green & there actually were little yellow birds in the sky. 

John Lennon

A tribute to his life more than his death...

Jane Goodall

woman blacksmith

This is Annie Clubb. 

The only woman blacksmith in London, England in 1928. Maybe in all of England. Tough as nails. 

I bought a small book with photos from the 1920's, so all black & white. I love black & white photos.  Another off night tonight... not too happy with this one, but I think it's more important to get used to the "not so happy" feeling than to continuously strive for perfection. I don't do perfection. :o)

Nothing like having a few extra sketchbooks on hand...

Green pepper & crooked plate

Holocaust children