|The Pursuit, Kayenta Arizona by William Robinson Leigh|
|The Watcher by Frank Weston Benson|
|Lincoln’s Birthday Flags-1918 by Childe Hassam|
|working of The Pursuit, watercolor pencil sketch by laura|
It is within my power either to serve God or not to serve Him. Serving Him, I add to my own good and the good of the whole world. Not serving Him, I forfeit my own good and deprive the world of that good which was in my power to create.--Leo Tolstoy
Have you considered how happy your art makes God today? Do what He made you to do. No excuses. The heavens delight when you do.
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With Sandy today:
Maybe the reason I have not been able to write in any sustained way is just this: I have been too stuck on what ought to be. I know what books look like, and the one I can write just now is more like a purple moth, half of a blue shell in the driveway, an afternoon needing to be rescheduled. (L.L. Barkat, Rumors of Water: Thoughts on Creativity andWriting)
…Writing starts with living. Living starts with somebody caring so much about something that they need to drag you out of your writing chair and take you where you’ll be surprised to find your words. .(L.L. Barkat, Rumors of Water: Thoughts on Creativity and Writing)
The amygdala is the part of the brain that seats emotion and memory, he goes on to say. When something exciting happens—like a threat to your life, the amygdala seems to kick into overdrive, recording every tiny detail of the experience. The more elaborate the memory, the longer the moment seems to last. “This explains why we think that time speeds up when we grow older,” Eagleman says—why childhood summers seem to go on forever, while old age slips by while we’re dozing. The more familiar the world becomes, the less information your brain writes down, and the more quickly time seems to pass. (The New Yorker, Burkhard Bilger)
|Columbus in May|
|Shopping at the North Market|
|Dinner at Gordon Biersch–with fresh-brewed lager.|
It’s not another culture, but it’s different to us. We walk the streets of a different city; let our senses awaken to the unfamiliar.
Let the king bring me into his chambers. (Song of Solomon 1:4)
|Jeff checks out the hot sauce.|
|At the North Market|
|At the Book Loft|
|Some of the cheese at Katzinger’s Deli|