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Day 18 – His sweater
Many of you know that my husband died recently. I can write it in a sentence and it sounds so matter of fact. You can meet me and talk to me, and you’d never know what it’s like inside of my head. Widows (and widowers) can smile and laugh, many young widows carry on with…
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Day 17 – Cormorant at sunset
Ever since I first came to Washington State in 1979, I have been fascinated with these wonderful ungainly birds. Unlike most waterbirds, they do not have oil glands, and when they fish, they look like they are star gazing. There are always cormorants around at Seward Park, and that’s where I saw this guy. This…
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Day 16 – summit!
After several intensive days of painting, culminating in an emotional portrait already packed and ready to ship to Italy, it seemed best for me to try something a little smaller and simpler today. In this painting, one can feel the exhilaration that one gets after doing something very challenging, like riding your mountain bike up…
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Day 15 – Il Fioraio – The Flower vendor
In 2006 Donald and I made two friends in Naples; Lucia and Alfonso. They are the parents of a good friend of ours, and they were conveniently just our age. When we needed a place to stay in Naples, they found a friend who rents an apartment. When our bags came up missing from the…
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Day 14 – Stazione Centrale – Napoli
Italy is known for its beautiful women. Naples is no exception. My husband took lots of pictures of pretty girls, here are a couple that were waiting along with us for a bus. I will never forget that day; we planned to spend a weekend in Puglia with some friends. There was a bus that…