This is a shot of the Broadway Bridge between Manhattan and the Bronx. This bridge feels so cold and industrial, but the play of angles and shapes are magnificent.
I took this photo quite a while ago, but I’ve always loved it. The building seen through the window is quintessential Baltimore, and the single, lovely yet lonesome flower peeking up reminds me of the ...
This is next to the kitchen window in Meave & Mary’s apartment. The turquoise and fuchsia are on an apron I made, and the green potholders complement the colors perfectly. This trio of colors is ...
Irene was a disappointment. We did get some nice walking in, though, through Inwood, Marble Hill & Kingsbridge. There was something very open and relaxing about the gray skies, blustery weather and cool temperature.
We went to the Museum of Art and Design in NYC this weekend. We saw an awesome exhibit, but this image is of the stairwell. I loved everything about this building. Even the most utilitarian ...
My mom and I just created a new front window display at the Woman’s Industrial Exchange. Schools are starting so we thought we would work with a book theme. At home, we created these cool ...
Baltimore row house, on it’s own, in Bolton Hill.
This wind chime is made of forks, spoons & knives and hangs on our front porch. I have always loved wind chimes. I was just reading that they were originally used to ward off evil ...
This church is in the Bolton Hill area of Baltimore.
Close up of a piece by my brother. He is so great at creating beauty out of ordinary materials (like cardboard). The attention and effort that he puts in may go unnoticed at first. All ...
These poor little creatures, lost at sea.
Daily inspiration I wrote on the bathroom wall. I think writing on walls is a healthy activity. It feels kind of carefree, and maybe a little dangerous. The brief inspiration of a moment, captured on ...
Today’s assignment: something from my pet’s point of view. Achilles’ favorite place to be is here on the hutch, with his face in a bowl of cat food.
Sometimes maybe it is enough for one day to just get myself fed. We struggle to find meaning; we want to be needed and desired. It’s not hard work to make myself a sandwich. Yet, ...