As I studied the Puget Sound in my scooter’s rear-view mirror, I realized then that the greatest gift that Vashon gave me this summer was the gift of reflection – the gift of looking back.
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Notes from an island in the Puget Sound.
I keep thinking about the mysterious ways in which life often works – planting seeds when we least expect it, and then giving us equally unexpected opportunities to bring those seeds to fruition.
A little birthday sketch by the sea.
My head is always filled with a thousand plans for the future, but as I dug my feet into the sand and sketched a place I’ve been calling home for nearly three decades now, I felt my mind grow still.
Slow Moments: Week Four.
Vera answered me and then asked, rather knowingly, “Are you writing about the eagle?” I told her that I was – and how he taught me that whether in flight or at rest, we always have our wings.
Sketch of the month: February edition.
I found that my brief encounter with Leena had been its own source of quiet energy for me. Her questions and kind smile remained me for a long time, imbuing each stroke of my paintbrush with a renewed sense of peace and purpose.
Book Passage 2013: Notes on living with an open heart.
Carrying me through each step was the gift that Book Passage gave me, and others: assurance that we are on the right path. That every page written, every risk taken, and every dream believed are actually leading somewhere.
Travel sketch of the month: July edition.
She soon leaves us as we sketch the Bay Bridge, but Suzanne’s words remain with me throughout the rest of the day. Whether I’ve been in a place for thirty seconds or thirty years, I never want to stop sketching – and more importantly, stop seeing.
Photographing fireworks: A very bokeh Independence Day.
The fireworks prove tricky to photograph – especially getting certain things like exposure and focus right. That’s when I decide to turn off my camera’s auto-focus, twist the lens and blur the suckers to a point beyond recognition.








