Even as the warmer Spring air hid behind giant white clouds, the colors seemed to dance as I wondered out the window, jealous of the wind that wandered through the trees, drawing out what is only right and proper this time of year. Color everywhere.—Dominick
View post →A small drawing of a seamstress I found working on an embroidery in Mystic Seaport in Connecticut. Her focus and grace often reminds me of a treasured measure…when time moved a little slower. – Michele Bedigian
View post →Autumn winds gently in, washing away Summer’s sin… Autumn winds blow free, chasing colored leaves from every tree… Autumn winds chill, frosting through every valley and hill… Autumn winds passed, waiting for Winter’s snowy blast.  – Poetry by George Aul –  Artwork / watercolor by Michele Bedigian (reportage inspired by the Hudson Valley School done on locaion at the […]
View post →I spotted this bright patch of golden trees.—Dominick
View post →They are mine now, but I know where they came from and I know what he sacrificed to get them to me. Here is to the week and all the plans we can muster for August.
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