a sense of haiku

from my bird’s eye perch not one, not two but three seen a trio of geese 🦊❤️ As I mentioned in a recent post, my stone bridge never fails t...

‘nother sculpture spun “rolly-polly black walnuts” trouble underfoot  🦊❤️ My latest sculpture for my upcoming show in March is entitled, “R...

first make three clay balls then fire… then glaze… and then what? i’ll figure it out 🦊❤️ So much of my sculpture art is done in a haphazard...

in the icy creek winter clouds float slowly by naked trees shiver 🦊❤️ I have walked thousands of times across a stone bridge overlooking th...

snows melted… rains fell foot by foot it rose - then raged life’s pieces swam by 🦊❤️ Yesterday morning the Wissahickon Creek was raging due...

in the fernery steamy on a wintery day uptight sprouts relax  🦊❤️ I live right next door to The Morris Arboretum. There is a fabulous ferne...

talked for five minutes about dog prints in cement a sweet impression 🦊❤️ When I spend time taking care of my grandkids I always find mysel...