I like this aerial view - looking down at my desk at night. The brass lamp on the right was my great grandfather's - he was a newspaperman and I imagine it has lit up many a night's work.
I'll show you what I've been working on - mixed media and my own poetry:
"Her friend sent thoughts of far away, solitude, peace and all the meadow flowers. They had a glimpse of a certain spring day, seen through windows welled with snow white yearning ."
This was the first of what is becoming a series. I was inspired by the seed catalogs gracing my mail box last week. Simple grace in a homely winter's mailbox.