Time to restore

Time to restore

As winter approaches, the days get shorter and grey. I find myself often staring into a sunset and being swept up in a wave of melancholy. The angle of the sun seems to shines into my eyes and pierce my brain, I can almost taste it. I go about my chores but not with...
Gratitude for those who work with my batik art

Gratitude for those who work with my batik art

I have been collecting photos of what others have created with my batik fabric art and have been thinking over the year that it would be nice to share what can be done with it with the rest of the world. There are many folks who have sent me pictures of what they have...
Batik, starting with black fabric: A twist

Batik, starting with black fabric: A twist

Sometimes I have tried a different approach to a batik and I have started working with the black fabric and gone through many stages of bleaching out and re-dyeing color in. This first photo shows a picture of the wax on the black fabric in the beginning of my...
The origin of Amity

The origin of Amity

Light as a feather, her hooves barely touched the ground as she stepped out of the trailer to my home in Mattapoisett, Massachusetts. Amity the filly had arrived from Green Meads Farm in the Berkshire hills. I had longed for a registered Morgan that I could ride, show...
I am rich in flowers

I am rich in flowers

The yard outside our old house has been bursting with daylilies and other flowers, and I have just been swept away with the beauty of them. My favorite time to take a walk is at sunset time, and the light here comes in from the West and bathes everything in the golden...