I love vistas and views. I love gazing off, far into the distance. Growing up, I lived on a hill. My Dad and I would stand in our yard and watch the storms come through…until my Mom told us to come in because we would be struck by lightening. My Mom had a fearful nature. … Continue reading Baby Steps vs. Smart Steps
I paint to know. I paint to learn. I paint to understand what’s below the surface; that deep river of beingness all life possesses. Be it a portrait of the land, an animal or coming to an understanding about my own, inner world, my intention is to capture the spirit of my … Continue reading Why I Paint, Take Two
As I was waiting for my water to boil this morning –I make my coffee in a Chemex—I sleepily thought about what I was going to write about this fine, drippy, rainy morning. It smells all loamy outside. I love that rain smell. And the creek is up. I can see it moving fast out … Continue reading Simmering
Chronicles of Cammy, my Fool's Journey and Travelogue 