Moving forward on the journal has been slow.  Distractions abound.  Since the tone of the paper skin and fact that it was just a smidgen too small once pasted onto the book cover, I knew some corrective work...

Every year, like clockwork, I end up battling beetles.  They are the literal scourge of my weeping pussy willow and cherry trees as well as my beautiful roses.  I tend to blame the former occupants of our home...

The last time we traveled together, we left off with the American side of the Soo.  The next morning we awoke bright and early and headed to Canada.  It was a relatively easy border crossing and we made our...

That starts off with a bit of a preachy tone, doesn’t it?  Well, be assured that I am not prepared or inclined to judge. I am prepared to focus on the identification of personal values and how knowing...

The prompts for this week were ‘Nerdy Love’ or ‘Self Love’.  While I’m sure I specifically qualify as nerdy, I’m not really in the camp that has to define myself as such...

Since I have done literally nothing in photography in the past couple weeks due to the dreary scenery and my wholesale lack of creativity, my weekly roundup is a reflection on prioritizing food choices...

Happy Monday! Moving forward in the filling of the art journal is the Deep Ones.  First described in ‘Dagon‘, they play a more pivotal role in ‘The Shadow Over Innsmouth‘ and always...

This year we have a new addition to give thanks for at our holiday table:  butter-steamed Brussels sprouts.  Now, I get it, many feels that they are gross or bitter or otherwise yuck.  Brussels sprouts are...